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200 word Drabble: Merit
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atlaland and avatar_500 joint challenge, prompt #11, Teach.
Summary: After the war, Iroh talks to Ozai about their father.
Merit
The guards left as soon as Iroh waved them away. When Iroh had been on the other side of the bars, the guards had stayed.
Iroh sank to the floor and folded his legs. “I thought you should know Azula’s doing better.”
“Not screaming for her mother anymore?” Ozai sneered.
“She never screamed for Ursa. She screamed at Ursa. She screamed for you.”
Ozai turned to face the wall.
“Her doctors could bring her to visit if you promised to be nice. She would like that.”
Ozai flinched.
Iroh pushed the teacup he brought through the bars. “You know, I would have thought you would have learned something from our father, but you treated your children the same way he treated us.”
Throwing himself at the bars, Ozai kicked the teacup into his brother’s face, hands clenching on the iron. “I did everything different!” he howled. “I swore I’d never treat any my children differently just because one was born first! They’d have to earn-”
Iroh thought about his nephew waiting for him by the turtle-duck pond and the niece he’d just visited, and wondered how the man could choose.
Before his brother could say anything else, Iroh was gone.
atlaland and avatar_500 joint challenge, prompt #11, Teach.Summary: After the war, Iroh talks to Ozai about their father.
Merit
The guards left as soon as Iroh waved them away. When Iroh had been on the other side of the bars, the guards had stayed.
Iroh sank to the floor and folded his legs. “I thought you should know Azula’s doing better.”
“Not screaming for her mother anymore?” Ozai sneered.
“She never screamed for Ursa. She screamed at Ursa. She screamed for you.”
Ozai turned to face the wall.
“Her doctors could bring her to visit if you promised to be nice. She would like that.”
Ozai flinched.
Iroh pushed the teacup he brought through the bars. “You know, I would have thought you would have learned something from our father, but you treated your children the same way he treated us.”
Throwing himself at the bars, Ozai kicked the teacup into his brother’s face, hands clenching on the iron. “I did everything different!” he howled. “I swore I’d never treat any my children differently just because one was born first! They’d have to earn-”
Iroh thought about his nephew waiting for him by the turtle-duck pond and the niece he’d just visited, and wondered how the man could choose.
Before his brother could say anything else, Iroh was gone.
