So not enjoying the whole 'fasting' thing for Yom Kippur. But at least I didn't have to go to school- which gave me the time Time: something you don't have when you're in band to actually write something.
Alas, another one the takes place during The Beach.
The occupants of the room were all asleep, in various forms lying on their beds. The prince's head was hanging off from the edge, his pillow already on the ground. The shuriken specialist was curled up like a cat with the blankets draped over her, a set of daggers sitting hidden under her pillow. The princess kept her back to the wall, the rest of her body looking comfortable as she breathed in the heaviness of sleep. The contortionist, however, was not in a various form on her bed, as she kept turning and changing sleep positions.
Her bed creaked and made noises every time she moved, making it harder and harder for everyone else to stay asleep- especially the princess.
After a few more minutes of Ty Lee's tossing, Azula finally got out of her bed to try and silence the girl, first by officially waking her up. It only took a slight pinch for Ty Lee to immediately stand up, the sleep in her eyes much different than that of Azula's.
"Ty Lee, do you have to be the loudest person asleep?" Azula asked, her scathing voice barely above a whisper.
"I don't try to; I'm just a light sleeper." the pink girl replied, crinkling her nose.
"Well you're keeping me awake!" the princess hissed, obviously cranky.
"I'm sorry," Ty Lee said meekly. "I'll try to be a bit more quiet,"
Azula glared at her until they both were back in the beds, closing their eyes for slumber to encase them once more. However, slumber never came back for Ty Lee was still tossing and turning in her bed, the creaks louder than before.
The young contortionist did not know of how loud she was when she tried to sleep, and was oblivious once more to the stress she was causing the princess.
It was late into the night, most likely early morning, and Azula wanted nothing more than to fall back into her bed- even if it did look like the ocean threw up on it.
"Ow!" Ty Lee awoke with a startled, the red welt from where Azula had pinched her earlier still on her arm. "Azula, what are you doing?"
"Silencing you," the princess responded in a groggy voice as she held her hands down to the bed and sidled in.
"But-"
"Just go to sleep!" her demanding voice spoke, tired and angry.
Ty Lee crinkled her nose again, the smell of prestige, royal fire-lily lotion encasing her as Azula clamped onto her arms, making it impossible for any sort of tossing and turning to happen.
Eh... this one could have been better...