- Attraction -


She had decided, after closely shadowing his lone forays into the jungle for some time, that when he tied his hair up it was the most unappealing, unsightly thing she had ever seen, with his sides shaved.

Cultural inclinations be damned. If Azula wanted to gaze at something that resembled the backside of a flea-bitten wolf cub, then she'd have… no, wait, she would not have gone to the South Pole and done just that.

Secluded in the shadows of the of jungle undergrowth near his camp, Azula felt the creases of a scowl forming behind her mask, smoldering under her stifling black cloak in quiet annoyance.

She glared at his bare back as he knelt by the creek washing his face, her eyes trailing up, and watched his wet fingers rake through his hair and clumsily undo the pesky knot.

When, at last, his hair came undone, she felt a tug at her chest, a fiery swoop that radiated down and through her, and a vicious desire to see him overwhelmed and feel hi-

A twig snapped at her feet. She didn't see his ears perk up at the sound or see him go for his sword.

Like the fleeting moment, she was gone.


A/N:

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Editing Note:

Revised for present tense error - 8:30 AM 6/18/2016. I appreciate it, Clarielparke.