Dribble: A collection of drabbles, oneshots, and other pointless fluff.
Being an Elite means you're good, no matter how old you get.
In Beloved Memory of RedNovember
who is out there, somewhere.
This, she decided, was not working out.
"Come on, Katara! Don't you want to look cuddly for a change, rather than looking like a barbed blowfish?" her fellow soldiers jibed, sorting through dresses in a sewing shop, hoping to spot the right one.
Just because she was dating their prince, it didn't give them the right to drop protocol and flat out poke fun at her.
"There's a reason I keep so many knives up my sleeves, Ensei. Would you like me to remind you of some of those reasons?" she countered poisonously.
He took a step back, shaking his blonde head. "Save it for the emp, Katara. He likes 'em feisty. And sharp," he added suggestively.
Fire Emperor Zuko walked back to camp, finished with his shopping, a collection of fruits and veggies in his arms, and saw Katara preparing to slit the throat his best friend and best Elite.
Sighing, he set down the assortment of nutritious snackies and pulled her by the elbow away from the man's painfully mortal neck.
"Is there a problem, Ensei?"
"Your bitch is in heat, sir."
A/N: One of my favorite lines from Love Thy Enemy, by RedNovember. I hoped she wouldn't mind if I borrowed the name and one line, to do a little tribute. My next favorite line will be following... as inspiration.