Author's Note: The Face-Stealer drabbles and fics were written in a series of blind requests. People gave me a character name and a "yes" or "no", not knowing why or that their answer would define if the character they requested fell to Koh. I wanted to try my hand at writing Koh and various other characters to challenge myself, and greatly enjoyed the process.
His face is still; jaw relaxed, gaze hooded, but his eyes are watchful and track Koh's every move.
He'd been feverish in his cell, burning without fire; he'd felt a great pull and slipped through the cracks and then he was here. The fever is gone now and he stands tall, watching the Face Stealer watching him.
Give him nothing. He knows the stories.
"Did you summon me here?"
At this, Koh smiles and approaches him, great mouth closing over painted face then opening again to bear the resemblance of a Fire Nation man. Golden eyes glint in the half-shadow and try to catch Ozai's directly. Ozai's gaze lowers and he studies the ground at his feet but listens hard.
"You answered my call."
"You are a powerful being." He will not say that he could not resist the pull though he suspects that Koh knows anyway. He raises his eyes to meet the Face Stealer's. He will not be weak. Koh's smile broadens, the expression inhuman on the snatched up face.
"There is something I want…" He moves around Ozai, body curling to ring him; like an arm over the shoulder, Ozai thinks, then thinks of how many years it's been since someone has touched him in such a way.
She slipped her arms around his shoulders and softly kissed his jaw, her nose brushing his cheek, soft lips curving into unvoiced words against his skin.
"There are things that you want too." Koh sees. He knows. Ozai turns his head to face him again.
"Yes."
With his own face returned, Koh smiles again, that inhuman smile; wide and manic, a caricature of human expression.
"Ex-Firelord Ozai," He breathes. "Destroyer of faces," He leans in closer. "I have a proposition for you."
