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Azula ([personal profile] itstillhurt) wrote in [community profile] cabbagesforall 2022-11-27 05:56 am (UTC)

She tried to restrain the immediate flare of emotion that suddenly flared up in her. It's nothing. She's just fishing for weaknesses. She tried to tell herself that it didn't matter- that her father had thought he outplayed her that day, but that he had been the one to suffer for it, not her. It had been his weakness, not hers.

But it didn't work. She felt herself tensing, felt her breathing becoming more erratic, felt her fingers clenching around the cup in her hand again. The smirk dropped from her lips. For a moment, she wondered if she had miscalculated how untouchable she was, here in her prison- she couldn't fight her way out, but it wasn't very heavily secured, maybe if she finished her off quickly enough she could make her way outside before anybody-

But no. No, that was emotion talking. She refused to let this unbalance her, and she definitely wouldn't be like Zuko, charging foolishly into a completely self-destructive battle just because somebody got under her skin. She was better than that. Better than him. Better than Kuvira, and definitely better than-

She forced herself to stay in her seat, smothered the violent urges, and commanded the smirk back onto her face.

"I suppose somebody in your circumstances would know something about begging for scraps."

Her calm tone failed her on the last few words, and she suddenly feels the teacup shatter in her hands, the porcelain shards cutting into her palms as the remaining tea splashed to the ground at her feet.

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