#fallenfireprodigy

"Mm...you know it's wrong to rouse a princess from her sleep." "Yeah, well, uh..."

"Are you really wearing that?"

Hahn frowned, looking down at himself before narrowing his eyes at her. "What's wrong with it?"

"What century are you from? We don't wear those dreadful things anymore. And you say you can fit in? You'll be lucky to get past the guards."

A smirk twitched his mouth. "I managed to get in here, didn't I?" he sneered. By then, Azula had slithered out of bed and sauntered her way over to him. A slender hand smoothed up his chest, fingers shaping themselves around his shoulder blade.

Jet found himself muttering broken phrases of "there is no war in Ba Sing Se" as he let his body drag across the cold prison ground, his hands bound behind his back and faceless Dai Li agents aggressively pulling him along. This was what prison looked like, wasn't it? Walls of stone upon which hung eery, green, poor excuses for lights in an endless corridor that smelled like sewage. Jet was relying heavily on his senses, especially since he barely had any use for sight in such a dark place. His head ached, but he couldn't reach it to feel for a bruise.

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  She's sought escape at the river, but the sound of footsteps is heavy on her mind. She sighs, sits up from her resting position. Feels a bit guilty from avoiding the others, she sighs audibly, hoping the other hears her.