Ten Years
"Go bother some other girl, why don't you?" She snapped, straining against the weight of the handcuffs which kept her solidly attached to the wall. Any other day and she wouldn't be in this situation. Any other day.
…just not today.
Yet he had picked now, her weakest point, and now he was looking coolly into her eyes with a gaze that told her I don't care. She knew, and he knew, that whatever she said, he wouldn't listen. Those golden spectres danced mockingly before her, the twin flames of lonely candles, slowly melting away her determination.
A hand came up to caress her face, cool, not warm as she assumed it would be. Involuntarily she shivered, disgusted by the touch of his calloused skin. Disgusted that she would be, of all things, contemplating his body temperature – while other things were far more important!
"Look," said he persuasively. "We both want things from life. Don't we?"
She turned her head, teeth gritted, away from his touch, away from that putrid, silky voice.
"You want your family. I want mine."
"I'd rather die than tell you anything about him."
"I don't want to make this hard for you." His tone was dark. Threatening.
"You're horrible! Aang is a last chance for peace and you want to turn him over to the Fire Lord!"
His eyes narrowed. "Don't assume I wouldn't give anything to be back home."
