"I’m sorry to hear that" Hana felt bad for the man "I have some bread here, if you’d like any." she searched through her shoulder bag and pulled out a small loaf the size of her hand, and offered it to the crouched man.
Ozai looked up from his spot on the floor at the mentioning of bread.
It could be poisoned but….. he was desperate and dying would be an escape anyway…
A thin hand reached out for the bread without saying a word.
"Are you sure?" Hana stood at a distance, cranking her head curiously "You don’t look… not sick."
"I’m always like this." Constantly lethargic, eating only rice for his meals was making the fallen Fire Lord fatigued and sickly. He was so used to it that it didn’t bother him anymore.
"Eh. I’m not sick."
Has anyone else check their tv guides for friday? It still says that Korra will air twice at the same time.
What if this is like the mexican leak scandal and some nick idiot thought it was funny to post a lie on an official website to fluster the fans?
This is probably all I’m going to say on the matter.
The Air Temples.
Aang didn’t answer Ozai right away. He kept his face turned the man, but focused on the surf climbing up the shore before them; he didn’t meet Ozai’s gaze.
A strange, turning feeling that almost resembled jealousy squirmed in Aang’s gut at the thought of bringing Ozai to the temples—of bringing the heir of Azulon to the temples, still mostly ruin from the genocide. Bringing Ozai to Roku’s temple hadn’t worked out so well, what made him think that going to the Air Temples would be any better.
But his eyes feel on the mala still fashioned around Ozai’s wrist, still close with a symbolic gesture of trust and acceptance, and he sighed out the tension in his shoulders. The disaster at Roku’s Island had taught him he had a lot of anger still in him at Ozai, but it has also made it clear that that anger wouldn’t get either of them anywhere.
He blinked and pulled a small smile at the corner of his mouth. “We can think about the temples,” he said slowly. “Maybe they would help…”
"Let’s focus on breakfast first though."
"Breakfast sounds good." He sat up and pulled his feet out of the water and kicked off some seaweed.
Ozai would eat anything at this point. “What do you have in mind?” Hopefully, the Avatar wouldn’t choose custard again. That seemed to give him stomach trouble but perhaps that was only because he hadn’t eaten anything that rich in years after eating nothing but rice everyday.
"Anything but rice unless it’s something delicious like rice cakes." Mmm. “Or sushi…” The seaweed that he kicked away reminded him of it.
[ sighs ]
"And then—when you were 5— you spilt hot curry all over your lap and Azula laughed at you. Since your mother was in the bathroom at the time, I had to clean you up. You were so disappointed in yourself but I gave you extra dessert and then you felt better."
"That guard was really mad. What did you do this time?"
"I refused to eat off the floor again. He hates it when I don’t grovel."
RP TIME YES? I can play Zaheer if we get another other Red Lotus members in here but that hasn’t really happened yet. :(
goodnight! I’ll reply tomorrow.
“No." Azula reached through the bars, shaking the man- he’d once seemed so powerful. Now he was nothing…no. He was still her Father. She had to get a healer. Someone. Anyone. But she couldn’t leave him. “If I have to firebend you I will.”
"Don’t… hurt me like them… I-I’ll stay awake.” And yet, he kept his head lowered and his eyes closed, unaware than he was drifting off anyways.
A guard happened to be passing by and saw the young woman next to the prisoner who seemed almost upset or something of that sort. “Is there a problem?” The female guard asked, concern on her voice.
"Come on Father, you can’t do this to me now! You can’t leave me like…" Azula shook her head. No. Not now. "I’m not letting you sleep.”
"Just… a few minutes…"
He leaned against the bars.
“Some days I think I’m dying, but I’m really only trying to get through.”
Aang frowned at the statement, and at the state of the situation, really. Sometimes. it felt like days could only be measured in terms of the conversations had during them and, thought it was sunny and bright out, this particular day was beginning to feel dark and cold with this conversation.
And then there was the ambiguity of the statement, somehow more confusing than the confession itself.
“What do you mean ‘get through’?” he asked. “Like, get through to yourself or…”
"Sometimes I feel myself slipping." He was afraid of becoming his daughter. "I need a more healthy environment."
The sick prisoner kept nodding off, unable to focus on anything but trying to stay awake and he was failing. “I’m… trying…” He needed help. A healer. Anyone.
Injury II [Starter Sentences]
"Do you remember what happened?"
"I'm not letting you walk, I'm going to carry you."
"It's healing quickly, just hold still."
"Listen to me, you are going to be fine."
"Put your arm around me, I'll help you walk."
"You hit your head and you've been out for two days."
I rewrote my OZAI LOK AU.
Yay for being productive.