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avatar_500 prompt #34, Red.
Summary: Azula always knew what to expect from her father.
Nothing Bad Ever Happens to Little Girls
She held the burned doll, and turned it over in her hands. She could smell the burned hair and the cloth from her clothes as if she were a real person, but under that came the sweet smell of woodsmoke instead of cooked flesh, and Azula threw it away in disgust.
She bounced against the floor and split in two.
Her father stuck his head through the door at the noise, and Azula smiled at him an open smile.
She could see the pride in his eyes, the smug assurance that she was everything she was the best, there wasn't a trace of weakness within her. He sat down in a chair near her bed, and she kissed his cheek. "Oh, Azula, what have you done with the doll your uncle sent you, bad girl," but he was smiling a secret smile to her, and Azula knew what he meant. And he knew she knew it.
She widened her eyes innocently and glanced down at her broken body. "Nothing father, Zuko had a little accident, and he ruined my doll."
His smile deepened, brutal. "Of course, Azula." He watched without comment as her foot came down on the charred remains.
avatar_500 prompt #34, Red.Summary: Azula always knew what to expect from her father.
Nothing Bad Ever Happens to Little Girls
She held the burned doll, and turned it over in her hands. She could smell the burned hair and the cloth from her clothes as if she were a real person, but under that came the sweet smell of woodsmoke instead of cooked flesh, and Azula threw it away in disgust.
She bounced against the floor and split in two.
Her father stuck his head through the door at the noise, and Azula smiled at him an open smile.
She could see the pride in his eyes, the smug assurance that she was everything she was the best, there wasn't a trace of weakness within her. He sat down in a chair near her bed, and she kissed his cheek. "Oh, Azula, what have you done with the doll your uncle sent you, bad girl," but he was smiling a secret smile to her, and Azula knew what he meant. And he knew she knew it.
She widened her eyes innocently and glanced down at her broken body. "Nothing father, Zuko had a little accident, and he ruined my doll."
His smile deepened, brutal. "Of course, Azula." He watched without comment as her foot came down on the charred remains.
