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Different Reality

closed starter with @princezukoofcaldera

Red. It’s everywhere… with little black flames etched into flags. She is… entirely confused. This is not New York in the slightest. Wanda gazes at the people walking the streets—who happen to be looking at her like she’s got three heads—and frowns.

Where exactly is she?

The maroon jacket she wears does happen to fit in with the colors that the civilians are wearing, but her heels don’t.

It doesn’t help that no one is stopping to speak to her or ask her any questions, so she takes it upon herself to walk into a nearby tea shop, looking around a bit apprehensively.

Wanda sees a taller man with shaggy black hair, and she smiles to herself. He’s sitting with an older gray haired man, and they seem to be playing some type of game.

“Um… excuse me?” she asks, her Sokovian accent leaking out much more than she would have liked. “Would one of you please tell me where I am? I believe I’m a bit lost…”

[firelxrdsdaughter]

My Crimes | Closed RP

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He shouldn’t have expected a softer reaction. Closed fists at his side and eyes shut tight, Zuko shakes his head, his pressed lips curved into a frown.

“Nothing.” He mutters under his breath.

Just when Zuko was about to turn on his heels and storm off to his bedchambers, he pauses. He couldn’t sleep all night, and it took all his strength alone to pull himself out of bed without being weighted down by his heavy thoughts.

Tonight was the first night Azula had been released from prison.

“I just wanted to make sure you were…okay.”

Make sure she was okay, or make sure that she wasn’t in the prison releasing their father. Same difference. 

Azula sighed heavily, sleep a thick miasma over her mind still. She’d fallen into slumber sitting against the doorframe to her balcony, overlooking the gardens. The early morning breeze was cool against her skin, filtering in through the carved wood of the doors.

Her neck and back ached, and she unfurled herself gingerly, squinting up at her brother in the blue, predawn, light. The sun called to her blood already. She would have roused shortly anyway, without her brother’s interference.

He looked as tired as she felt. 

“I am...unused to the space,” she said after a moment, tone dull. “And the bed is too soft...” 

Azula turned her gaze back to the carved door next to her, staring out at the twilit garden.

“And I’m still wondering why you’ve let me back into the palace after so long. What your angle could possibly be.” What do you need from me, brother?

[princezukoofcaldera]

❝i'm not suppose to talk to strangers.❞

Zuko clicks his tongue with a frown. “If anything, strangers shouldn’t talk to you.”

It was clear his sister was in a taunting mood, the smirk stretched out on her lips made that evident. His gaze peered out at the crowd, mingling and conversing with one another.

Zuko never much cared for parties, in fact, he avoided them at all cost but being Fire Lord didn’t give him much of an option. Most times he would show face before quietly sneaking away in case someone grabbed his attention and drags him in for a long night of senseless chatter

“You know, I did go through the trouble of setting up this birthday party for you. The least you can do is greet our guests, even if you don’t know them.”

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{thigh} for Wanda- princezukoofcaldera

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Wanda was certainly not expecting to feel Zuko’s strong hand caressing up her thigh, and she looks up at him with a blush on her face. She’s been in the Fire Nation for a while, even having been staying in the Palace for her own safety—after countless attempts of telling Zuko she can take care of herself—and she clears her throat. She always gets nervous around him, but in the best way.

“H-Hey,” she squeaks, gazing at his hand again before her eyes meet his. Her own are dark with desire, and she doesn’t try to hide it. With how long she’s been here, she’s certainly developed feelings… and she always notices how ridiculously hot he is.

“How um… how are you doing?” she asks breathlessly, but she moves closer to him. She wants him to touch her even more, and that’s clear.

[firelxrdsdaughter]

Royal Visit | Closed RP

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She’s not usually nervous about guests, let alone her brother, but for whatever reason Azula’s heart is hammering in her chest as she does last minute checks of the apartment that she keeps in Republic City. She glances over her shoulder at the time on the gilded grandfather clock, its onyx hands pointing at the twelve and three almost in tandem with her attention’s turn to it.

The clock clicks, and bells ring from within, chiming a little tune and counting out the hour noisily. One...Two...Three...

Late.

Azula scowls at the door, rolling her eyes as she shifts a piece of parchment into place on her desk. She re-straightens her brushes once again. The maid in the corner shifts with the tray of tea in her hands, and the porcelain cups clatter a little.

Azula lets out an agitated sigh, brushing stray strands of hair from her face. Stop fidgeting.

Her father’s voice still echoes in her mind even after all these years. Azula sits heavily in a low chair, stilling. She drums her fingers on the ornate wooden arms.

A knock. 

Azula shoots out of the chair and the second maid that she keeps on staff goes to the door, pulling it open reverently. 

Azula clears her throat.

“Brother,” she greets, bowing low, hands raised before her, “welcome back to Republic City.”

[firelxrdsdaughter]

Revelling Amongst Strangers | Closed RP

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Zuko clicks his tongue with a frown. “If anything, strangers shouldn’t talk to you.”

It was clear his sister was in a taunting mood, the smirk stretched out on her lips made that evident. His gaze peered out at the crowd, mingling and conversing with one another.

Zuko never much cared for parties, in fact, he avoided them at all cost but being Fire Lord didn’t give him much of an option. Most times he would show face before quietly sneaking away in case someone grabbed his attention and drags him in for a long night of senseless chatter.

“You know, I did go through the trouble of setting up this birthday party for you. The least you can do is greet our guests, even if you don’t know them.”

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“You went to a lot of trouble to throw a party so that you could schmooze,” she corrected her brother drolly. “My birthday was merely a convenient excuse.” 

Through the doors that opened out onto the garden, she could see that the deluge of their winter rain had not let up in the few hours that they had already spent preparing for and marking the arrival of their guests. January was always the wettest of their winter months before the monsoon season officially came to a slow and dragging close in February. 

Her birthday was usually inundated with a downpour, as such. 

“Otherwise you would have invited people that I know.” She lifted a polished eyebrow at her brother, daring him to disagree. “Aside from your revolutionary friends, that is.”

Azula plucked a steaming cup of tea from a nearby tray, surveying the colourful crowd. Even foreign dignitaries aside from the Avatar and his friends had been invited. There was Earth Kingdom green among the crimson and maroons of the Fire Nation elite. 

She swirled the contents of her teacup absently, the tiny specks of oolong leaves left behind by the brewing process following the motion into a mini whirlpool in the porcelain cup. 

“Besides, you’re just as unwilling to mingle as me. And it’s my birthday. I don’t have to do anything that I don’t want to. So you greet the guests.” She swallowed another smirk, lifting her eyebrows in challenge at Zuko.

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☾ - @princezukoofcaldera

79. ❝ i can't sleep 'cause my mind keeps racing. ❞

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Katara’s pacing; she’s been for the past ten minutes. She’s going back and forth in front of her tent, and she’s sure the others are asleep. It’s a few days before the comet, and she’s never been more worried.

What if Aang doesn’t make it out alive? What if I can’t heal everyone? What if we lose someone during the fight? What if Zuko gets hurt—

Her thoughts are trailing to the firebender again and she quickly tries to shake them off, but it’s not working. Lately her mind has been on Zuko more than she’d like to admit, and she lets out a curse before kicking a rock aside and rubbing her temples.

Katara hears the rustling of a tent door—speak of the devil. She looks up into his amber eyes, seeing the unspoken questions in them. Can’t sleep? What’s wrong? Are you okay?

“I can’t sleep because my mind keeps racing,” she quietly tells him, locking eyes with him and chewing on her lower lip for a few seconds.

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“Mind washing my back for me?” -princezukoofcaldera

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“Of course,” Katara told him, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. Knowing he was still injured, she didn’t mind doing it, but she wasn’t thinking about having to be up close with his muscular body. “You’ll have to take off your robe and I’ll take off your bandages. I’ll clean the wound and wash it and then give you another healing session,” she promised.