Whoa thank you omg.
I don’t get these types of asks every night.
I’ll do my best!
1. A Song
"You know that one song about a boy jumping over a candlestick…"
"Pompeii. The villages were born from the ashes…"
1. A song.
2. An animal.
3. A food.
4. A location.
5. A season.
6. An element.
7. A color.
8. A flower.
9. A weapon.
10. A literary genre.
11. A weather.
"Ah, if you keep begging me I guess I could convince the guards to let us outside."
"I shouldn’t have to beg."
"I have no authority over the guards, they barely even let me in, and there’s even more outside, with their stupid uniforms, I bet Zuko changed them to mortify me."
"I don’t like the new Guards either." He sighed. "Very well." The prisoner grabbed the bowl and started to eat.
"At least it seems warm."
"If I eat it—Will you ask the guards if you can take me for a walk outside?"
She sat up with a jolt and as a gasp ripped from her throat a few hours after the accident, she quickly looked around trying to pull away before realizing her hand was being held. Her golden eyes softened on the hand as she took a soft sigh of relief, everything was fine. She glanced in the direction of the child’s room with a tilted head before lowering her head in pain. Ursa carefully laid back against the pillow with tired eyes, her hand constricted around his as she bit her lip choking back the agony. Sleeping was the best way to ward of the pain, and after a very long hour she managed to finally drift off.
The next morning she awoke and tightened her hand to find it empty, her eyes opened to see her husband’s side of the bed empty. She sadly curled up burying her face into his pillow missing the company, the pain wasn’t the worst of it…it had to be the fact she ended up alone a lot. She wanted nothing more than to get out of the bed and take her baby in her arms, or wrap her arms around her husband.
Suddenly she perked up upon hearing a noise, she lazily glanced to the door thinking it was nothing more than a servant coming to check on her.
It was none other than Ozai carrying their baby in his arms. It was quiet and about to take it’s nap after being fed. The Husband saw fit to let the child sleep a bit with it’s Mother so Ozai could take a break and relax a little.
He had to admit, taking care of a baby was a lot less boring than war meetings that he wasn’t allowed to speak up in. It was nice not being talked down to by his own father and asked about his sex life every time they were in private.
The Fire prince bent over and offered the little bundle to his Princess. The man seemed to have slept enough though his eyes were still rather baggy. He would do with a little nap while Ursa enjoyed her child.
"It’s good to see you, Azula." Amber eyes looked forward to seeing his daughter in the light once more.