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Zutara Week 2012 Day 7 SeasonsZutara Week 2012 Day 7 Seasons
"Back again, Peasant? You're more of a masochist than I thought. Luckily for you, I'm just enough of a sadist to indulge your sick tastes," Azula spat as she reclined against the back of her wooden chair, her leather restraints creaking as she moved.
Katara sighed at the princess's words. They no longer frightened her, only reminded her of what an uphill battle she was waging. Sometimes she wondered why she put herself through this. Azula had to be restrained constantly now in her presence ever since the firebender had lunged at her that once and nearly turned her into nothing but a charred corpse. Katara did not like to think about that incident. Had it not been a full moon, things would have turned out very differently. Yes, she often found herself questioning her decision to help heal the unstable royal. Then there were the times when she would catch Zuko hunched over his desk in the middle of the night working on some treaty or law, and
TWtS - Day 1Tokka Week the Sixth: Day 1 Bending the Rules
It's a rainy and long day during which Sokka thinks he's slowly dying of boredom when Toph bursts into his office and throws a pile of scrolls on his desk, the grin on her face wide, triumphant and, as usual, confident. Despite his boredom Sokka still frowns at her, irritated, though not really, and he eyes the papers before him a bit warily.
"Do I want to know?"
Toph's grin widens. "Oh yes," she says smugly, crossing her arms. "Check it out."
Sokka cautiously reaches out to one of the scrolls, eyes flickering to Toph every so often to make sure she's not planning on scarring him for life again, but when by the time he's got his hand wrapped around one and she's still not looking like some evil genius, he assumes the contents are at least fairly safe. He unrolls it and reads the first thing that comes into view a name at the top, written in large, bold letters.
"Pro-bending Tournament," he reads out loud, then lowers th
MercyOh sweet God how the grassland
ignites in moonlight tonight
I must thank you for creating
her tangled fingers' slow pace
through the handsome rain Her
trochaic kinesthesia to rhythms
in Stravinsky's The Rite of
Spring Is this how you meant
for us to love you Yahweh
Tumbling clumsily down hills
of sheets into perpetually
immutable silence I could love
you like that I think I've been
practicing on this Savanna
for days and months Lost in
her crystal canvas Rolling crests
and troughs And when she touches
me Oh fair Lord I'm dragged into
your city past Gethsemane's
pulsing green and gold
Please hold us together
under this luminous stretch
Oh Father We are live
unclothed Our reflections awash
with the skin of your sun
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