Time wasn’t
ticking fast enough for Sokka’s taste, though it was his own fault for being
ready half an hour earlier than he should have been. He had taken care to wash
thoroughly, dressed up in his best clothes, fixed his hair as carefully as he
could, and yet it was still too early for Azula to sneak out of her Fire Nation
delegation party.
He had sighed and
taken his seat on one of the pub’s stools, looking around himself without much
interest as members of different delegations gathered in the tavern. Everyone
liked to cut loose after the events were finished, and this was a great place
to do it even if the majority of them had their lodging elsewhere. This pub was
located in Harbor City, which made it less costly and luxurious than the ones
within the Capital’s crater. Some athletes were staying at inns from Harbor
City too, but the pub in this one was the most spacious one in the city, fitting
around eighty people with ease. It made it an ideal place for groups of competitors
to celebrate their successes or forget about their failures through drinking in
a less public environment than in the Fire Nation Palace, where the local
delegation hosted most their celebration parties.
The other nations’
delegations, mainly because Kuei had demanded for accommodations of the highest
quality, were welcome to stay in several luxurious villas owned by the Royal
Family within the crater itself. Every delegation had their own parties, but it
was much harder to relax under the eyes of a nation’s ruler than it was to do
so with close friends in a pub like this one.
For the second Sokkla Saturdays challenge, a series of
prompt-inspired shorts detailing a special seagoing mission that Sokka
and Azula undertake together. Chief Sokka is trying to show that his
tribe is worthy of being on the world stage, but what happens Princess
Azula shows up in all her villainous, oblivious glory? Rated K+
The pillow under
her head was soft, but the hard floorboards weren’t quite as gentle against her
naked body. Azula’s eyelids fluttered open slowly, every light too bright and
painful for her eyes to endure right now. She groaned, covering her face with
her hands in a hopeless attempt to evade the growing headache pounding at the
center of her head.
She turned and her
arm landed on another body. She grimaced and opened her eyes slightly to find
her companion didn’t seem to be in better shape than her, his mouth open as he drooled
on the floor. Well, she had no qualms if he wanted to sleep and drool right
now. He could sleep the morning away if he wanted to, as it was, Azula only wanted
to go back to sleep as well… only, she couldn’t do it on the uncomfortable
floor, let alone with a hideous headache tormenting her.
For the second Sokkla Saturdays challenge, a series of
prompt-inspired shorts detailing a special seagoing mission that Sokka
and Azula undertake together. Chief Sokka is trying to show that his
tribe is worthy of being on the world stage, but what happens Princess
Azula shows up in all her villainous, oblivious glory? Rated K+
A strong knock on
the door brought Azula to her senses. She sat up somewhat clumsily, her hand on
her forehead, as her eyes failed to grow adjusted to the darkness in her room.
The knock resounded again.
“What?” she called
out, only to hear a servant’s voice as a response.
“Fire Lord Zuko
asked me to wake you, Princess. The competition will begin in two hours!”
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