Most people are surprised by the things I remember.
[There. Safe. A boast about her capabilities. And a distraction from that.. unabashed happiness. Something about it sends a stab of panic through her gut. She ignores it, instead gingerly taking a bite of her own cake.
-"I hope... we can get along despite this."
...Sweet. Too sweet. The lemon taste was supposed to be subtle, the bakery had insisted it would be, but the sweetness makes it overpowering- at least to her.
- Her hand lashes out, roughly grasping the front of his shirt with a shaking hand, glaring up at him through tears. - "But if you're saying I don't owe you anything, then it sounds like we're friends, doesn't it?" - She doesn't remember making the decision to gently lean against him, pressing her side against his as she cries, but it happens all the same.
Then again, he'd liked the popcorn when they first arrived, and she thought that was awful.
- "Thanks for taking me here, Azula."
Rrgh. She used to have such perfect control of her mind. Of her emotions. She used to be free of such ridiculous weaknesses.
- She's rambling, delirious in her madness, snapping at a phantom only she can see, "He abandoned me!" She sees the confusion and hurt on his face as soon as she says it. Stupid. Clumsy. A foolish lapse. - "You picked the wrong human to prey on."
She ignores the memories, the vivid images and sounds in her mind, almost as intrusive as the full-blown hallucinations-
- The beast's jaws clamp shut inches from her, and she feels rather than hears the word, enraged, filled with hate and accusation: Monster
Shut up. She takes another bite. The flavor doesn't improve with the second taste.
-"Do you not trust me?"
Hopefully he was enjoying it at least. She eyes his expression to try and figure it out for herself.
-She eyes the note with narrowed eyes, venomous feelings of suspicion and frustrated disappointment rising in her chest. "If you have solutions," she says, voice filled with quiet irritation, " rather than simply objections, you can join me and discuss them."
The next time the fork hits the plate just a little too hard, louder than she expected. A cursory glance at least confirms that nothing was damaged, but... ]
Do you like it? You always enjoyed those lemon... things, so it seemed suitable.
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Date: 2023-07-12 01:44 am (UTC)[There. Safe. A boast about her capabilities. And a distraction from that.. unabashed happiness. Something about it sends a stab of panic through her gut. She ignores it, instead gingerly taking a bite of her own cake.
-"I hope... we can get along despite this."
...Sweet. Too sweet. The lemon taste was supposed to be subtle, the bakery had insisted it would be, but the sweetness makes it overpowering- at least to her.
- Her hand lashes out, roughly grasping the front of his shirt with a shaking hand, glaring up at him through tears.
- "But if you're saying I don't owe you anything, then it sounds like we're friends, doesn't it?"
- She doesn't remember making the decision to gently lean against him, pressing her side against his as she cries, but it happens all the same.
Then again, he'd liked the popcorn when they first arrived, and she thought that was awful.
- "Thanks for taking me here, Azula."
Rrgh. She used to have such perfect control of her mind. Of her emotions. She used to be free of such ridiculous weaknesses.
- She's rambling, delirious in her madness, snapping at a phantom only she can see, "He abandoned me!" She sees the confusion and hurt on his face as soon as she says it. Stupid. Clumsy. A foolish lapse.
- "You picked the wrong human to prey on."
She ignores the memories, the vivid images and sounds in her mind, almost as intrusive as the full-blown hallucinations-
- The beast's jaws clamp shut inches from her, and she feels rather than hears the word, enraged, filled with hate and accusation: Monster
Shut up. She takes another bite. The flavor doesn't improve with the second taste.
-"Do you not trust me?"
Hopefully he was enjoying it at least. She eyes his expression to try and figure it out for herself.
-She eyes the note with narrowed eyes, venomous feelings of suspicion and frustrated disappointment rising in her chest. "If you have solutions," she says, voice filled with quiet irritation, " rather than simply objections, you can join me and discuss them."
The next time the fork hits the plate just a little too hard, louder than she expected. A cursory glance at least confirms that nothing was damaged, but... ]
Do you like it? You always enjoyed those lemon... things, so it seemed suitable.