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darkauthor26) wrote2009-04-03 08:14 pm
Celebration (Exhausted)
Title: Celebration
Fandom: Avatar: the Last Airbender
Characters: Aang, Azula
Pairing(s): Azula/Aang
Rating: T
Warning(s): sexual themes
Word Count: 406
Prompt: Exhausted
Summery: Azula has some good news.
“How was your day?”
Azula scowled, and Aang chuckled softly.
“That bad, hm?”
He watched from his chair as the servants removed Azula’s heavy chest plate and outer robes. Azula glared at them while they worked.
“Zuzu’s supporters are making things very difficult,” she said. Aang waited for her to say more, but it never came.
The servants were undressing her now, one standing off to the side, holding her nightrobe. His eyes roamed over her body appreciatively, lips twitching into a frown when the servant slipped the robe onto Azula and tied it closed, and he struggled to remember what he wanted to ask. “Was there any good news at that meeting?”
“Yes.” Azula smiled slightly. “The army of General Bei Fong has fallen.”
He sat up a little straighter. “Was she captured?”
Azula smirked. Aang carefully kept his face neutral, wishing she would just give him the answer.
But, no, she’s having far too much fun toying with me for that… Aang suppressed a smile and a shudder.
“No,” Azula said finally. “General Bei Fong was not captured.” There was a slight emphasis on ‘captured,’ and Aang heart sank briefly.
“I see.” She’s dead, then. It would have been nice to converse with his former teacher again even though he knew it would have consist of nothing more than her mouthing off and throwing around accusations.
Their work finished, the servants filed out of the room. Aang watched them go, tapping his fingers together. With Toph dead that left Zuko as the only surviving member of the old group. Perhaps Katara as well, but it was unlikely. She wasn’t one to just disappear as she had. Several months prior, he and Azula had begun to hear rumors of a spirit called the Painted Lady attacking Fire Nation soldiers. But although, he had never told Azula of his suspicions, he figured she must have suspected something from his demeanor for almost as soon as the attacks had started, they had stopped and the Painted Lady had disappeared.
Aang rubbed a hand over his face tiredly. He had spent the entire day training, but somehow that piece of information made him feel far more tired now than he had all day. “That’s one less problem, I suppose.”
“Yes, it is,” Azula said. “A powerful enemy has been defeated. It’s a great victory for the Fire Nation.”
Aang smiled. “You mean for you.”
“Of course. I think it deserves some…celebration.” Azula strolled passed him and sat on the edge of the bed. She paused. “Unless you’re too exhausted from your training today.
Aang stood from his chair, smirking, and approached her, suddenly feeling alert. “Of course not.”
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