fic: disasterology
Dec. 10th, 2008 01:56 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bonnefoisTitle: disasterology
Fandom: Avatar
Day/Theme: November tenth | disasterology: the family that schemes together.. (late)
Character/Pairing: Zuko, Azula
Rating: eh, PG?
Summary: Azula always lies. Zuko knows this.
Word count: 247
A/N: supposed to be pure gen but comes off as slightly incestuous. What can I say, Azula is sex on legs and could have dominant!subtext with a stump.
Seriously, I can just see it.
Stump: *stumping away, what it does best*
Azula: *>D face, sits on stump*
Stump *is now her bitch, like everyone else*
And thus, Azula had sexual tension with a stump.
She twirls a long stand of hair through her fingers. It’s all so easy for her, taking down the unconquerable country, twisting these actions to her will. She seems almost bored by it all. The pieces fell into place too soon, the game didn’t last long enough to be interesting.
“Together, together,” she says. (Together we’ll rule, together, you could win back father’s approval. Together we’ll be like kings and subjugate the world at our feet. They’ll bow to us, Zuzu. We are their chosen masters Her words twist around him – like ropes, chains, azure dragons that whisper sweet words and sweet lies.)
She smiles a smile that is devoid of warmth or kindness. He sees the cracks, he hears his voice agreeing and his lips moving in the pattern of a Yes.
As he agrees he hears a chant, an echo, that long ago solace–
Azula always lies...
Fandom: Avatar
Day/Theme: November tenth | disasterology: the family that schemes together.. (late)
Character/Pairing: Zuko, Azula
Rating: eh, PG?
Summary: Azula always lies. Zuko knows this.
Word count: 247
A/N: supposed to be pure gen but comes off as slightly incestuous. What can I say, Azula is sex on legs and could have dominant!subtext with a stump.
Seriously, I can just see it.
Stump: *stumping away, what it does best*
Azula: *>D face, sits on stump*
Stump *is now her bitch, like everyone else*
And thus, Azula had sexual tension with a stump.
She twirls a long stand of hair through her fingers. It’s all so easy for her, taking down the unconquerable country, twisting these actions to her will. She seems almost bored by it all. The pieces fell into place too soon, the game didn’t last long enough to be interesting.
“Together, together,” she says. (Together we’ll rule, together, you could win back father’s approval. Together we’ll be like kings and subjugate the world at our feet. They’ll bow to us, Zuzu. We are their chosen masters Her words twist around him – like ropes, chains, azure dragons that whisper sweet words and sweet lies.)
She smiles a smile that is devoid of warmth or kindness. He sees the cracks, he hears his voice agreeing and his lips moving in the pattern of a Yes.
As he agrees he hears a chant, an echo, that long ago solace–
Azula always lies...
