025. Liquid
"Hey…Zuko." Sokka said, uncomfortable.
Zuko looked up from polishing his broadswords, and glanced warily at the swordsman. "What is it, Sokka?"
"…what, type of firebending can be done, exactly?"
"Fire, and lightning." Zuko paused, contemplating Sokka's question, before continuing, "And there's supposedly a way to steal someone's body heat until they freeze to death. Morbid, huh?"
Sokka chuckled nervously and thanked Zuko for answering his question, although the Prince didn't really help. He didn't feel like Azula was stealing his body heat whenever he's around. More like she turned his insides into liquid fire.
026. Mistress
"You shall all address me as Mistress Azula or Princess Azula. I expect all of you to follow my every order. If I tell you to jump, you'll ask, 'How high, Mistress Azula?' and if I ask you to run, you'll ask, 'How far, Mistress Azula?' Under no circumstances will I tolerate insubordination. Any doubt, a glimmer of weakness, and it will be weeded out. Immediately. Understood?"
Sokka watched in morbid fascination as the bunch of unruly little boys he had so much trouble with, quiver with fear. "Understood!" They all chorused.
"Perfect." Azula smirked, and shot him a triumphant grin.
Sokka pouted, not once did anyone ask for a potty break.
027. Burn
"My heart burns for you."
Azula scoffed, pushing the boy away. "Must you reuse my brother's pick up lines?"
028. China Doll
"I had a china doll, when I was little. She was beautiful, and lovely, with the most glorious head of dark hair and glowing golden eyes. I loved to dress her up, y'know?" Azula said wistfully, knocking back another cup full of alcohol. "She was the best."
"And what happened to it?" Sokka asked, taking a sip from his own cup.
"Oh, well," Azula sat up, and a cold glimmer entered her eyes. "Father burned it of course."
029. Pattern
He woke up late, he slept early, and he preferred sea prunes over meat, but meat over everything else. He favoured his boomerang, but uses his sword, he is ambidextrous but used his right. He didn't bend, but his styles looked oddly like a mix of firebending and earthbending. He was a man of silence—most of the time.
She couldn't help but notice his little quirks.
030. Flaw
Flaw. Flaw. Flaw. Every single time she glanced into the mirror, she saw mistakes. She saw cracks in the one impenetrable armour she placed around herself. Flaw. Flaw. Flaw.
She was beyond repair. She was flawed, unforgivably so.
She deserved to die.
She was flawed. An anguished scream ripped from her throat, she tugged at her messy hair desperately.
Sokka watched silently, trying not to notice.
