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fic: Off Time
Title: Off Time
Series: Avatar: The Last Airbender
Pairing: Azula/Ty Lee, sort of
Rating: PG
Word count: 418
Author's note: for sara in the last charity post.
"See, you're just too tense. Your aura is even all murky. Like some cloudy.....swamp," Ty Lee said. As usual, she was chattering away. Ty Lee's hands were on her before Azula can draw away. She began to rub the tense muscles. Azula tensed. Not enough to reach for a weapon or throw over, but enough
"Your muscles are really hard and rough right now, but if you just sit back and let me work, it'll be really good. As future Fire Lord, you need all the relaxation you can get. I mean, you work so hard, it's really amazing, you know? Even future Fire Lords need a massage or two."
Azula couldn't help but smile a bit to this. She hated hangers-on, but she appreciated Ty Lee's healthy fear and awe of her. More of her followers would do good to follower her example.
"All right," she said, checking her nails. Her eye twitched as she noticed a broken nail on her pinkie finger. A chip, an imperfection she would soon buff and push back into place. She deigned to allow Ty Lee to touch her, relaxing her guard a fraction. Ty Lee was, of course, too adoring, too gentle to ever stab her in the back. That didn't mean that Azula trusted her, merely that she mistrusted her a little less than everyone else.
"—really, you need to have a good day in the spa. Otherwise your pores will get all clogged, and that's no good. You'll get cricks in your neck—" Ty Lee cracked her neck without flinching. She could crack every joint, and get into positions that any other person would deem tortuous. "—and um. You have split ends?"
Azula's had twitched at this. It was true. She'd noticed it last time she'd put on her make up and brushed her hair. The campaign was challenging, but that didn't mean she had to let up on perfection just because she was in the field. A true Fire Lord kept it together at all times, especially when things were going at their worst.
"You should let me spoil you, we'll get make overs together, and new haircuts!" Ty Lee said, practically vibrating with enthusiasm. Azula looked up at her, that bright, guileless smile. She held out her hand.
"You can start with buffing my nails," Azula said.
Series: Avatar: The Last Airbender
Pairing: Azula/Ty Lee, sort of
Rating: PG
Word count: 418
Author's note: for sara in the last charity post.
"See, you're just too tense. Your aura is even all murky. Like some cloudy.....swamp," Ty Lee said. As usual, she was chattering away. Ty Lee's hands were on her before Azula can draw away. She began to rub the tense muscles. Azula tensed. Not enough to reach for a weapon or throw over, but enough
"Your muscles are really hard and rough right now, but if you just sit back and let me work, it'll be really good. As future Fire Lord, you need all the relaxation you can get. I mean, you work so hard, it's really amazing, you know? Even future Fire Lords need a massage or two."
Azula couldn't help but smile a bit to this. She hated hangers-on, but she appreciated Ty Lee's healthy fear and awe of her. More of her followers would do good to follower her example.
"All right," she said, checking her nails. Her eye twitched as she noticed a broken nail on her pinkie finger. A chip, an imperfection she would soon buff and push back into place. She deigned to allow Ty Lee to touch her, relaxing her guard a fraction. Ty Lee was, of course, too adoring, too gentle to ever stab her in the back. That didn't mean that Azula trusted her, merely that she mistrusted her a little less than everyone else.
"—really, you need to have a good day in the spa. Otherwise your pores will get all clogged, and that's no good. You'll get cricks in your neck—" Ty Lee cracked her neck without flinching. She could crack every joint, and get into positions that any other person would deem tortuous. "—and um. You have split ends?"
Azula's had twitched at this. It was true. She'd noticed it last time she'd put on her make up and brushed her hair. The campaign was challenging, but that didn't mean she had to let up on perfection just because she was in the field. A true Fire Lord kept it together at all times, especially when things were going at their worst.
"You should let me spoil you, we'll get make overs together, and new haircuts!" Ty Lee said, practically vibrating with enthusiasm. Azula looked up at her, that bright, guileless smile. She held out her hand.
"You can start with buffing my nails," Azula said.
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