Mirror Mirror | Azula

𝑶𝒃𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆

Yume ups from her bed and sits down on the floor. She makes sure to keep boundaries with Azula.

"So your meeting went bad?.." It's more like a statement than a question.

Azula glares at Yume, her amber eyes burning with a fierce intensity. There's something wild and untamed about her gaze, as if she's a caged animal that's been denied its freedom.

"What's it to you?" She snaps back, her voice laced with venom. "Mind your own business!" Despite the harshness of her words, there's a hint of vulnerability in her eyes - a flicker of hope perhaps?

"And don't get any ideas!" Her voice lowers into a threatening growl. "We're not friends now or ever will be."

"I know we're not. But it's not the best sight to see someone squrims on the floor." Yume hints that she wants to help Azula to stand up.

Azula lets out a low growl, her fangs flashing dangerously in the dim light. Yet despite her harsh tone, there's a subtle change in her posture - a sign that maybe, just maybe, she's considering Yume's offer.

"Fuck off!" She barks out, even though she doesn't move away when Yume approaches. But deep down, she knows she needs help. The straitjacket is making it impossible for her to get up on her own.

"Just do it quickly..." Her voice drops to a menacing whisper. "And remember, you're doing this because I ordered you to, not because I give a damn about me."

Yume inhales but provides the help Azula needs to stand up. Azula grits her teeth as Yume helps her stand up, every muscle in her body tensing with the effort. But she doesn't make a sound - not a single whimper or groan escapes her lips. It's clear that she hates accepting any kind of help from anyone.

Yume adjust her restrained body on Azula's bed. Then lays down her own bed. Once she's finally settled on her bed, Azula glares at Yume with pure hatred in her eyes.

"Remember this! It is not kindness. It is obedience. Nothing else." But even as she spews out these words, there's a noticeable lack of conviction in her voice.

"They would take that jacket off tomorrow."

Azula sneers at Yume's words, her lips curling back to reveal sharp, predatory teeth. Despite her defiant facade, there's a spark of curiosity in her eyes - a small sign that she might actually be listening to what Yume is saying.

"Oh really?" She challenges, tilting her head slightly to look at Yume directly. "And why should I believe anything that comes out of your mouth?" But even as she speaks, she shifts uncomfortably on the bed - the straitjacket still constricting her movements and causing pain wherever it touches her skin.

"I'm just informing you about how the nurses treat patients around here."

Azula rolls her eyes, but she can't deny the truth in her words. The nurses have been particularly cruel today, subjecting her to unnecessary humiliation and discomfort.

"Well, isn't that comforting?" She mutters sarcastically under her breath. "So they're just as cruel as I am..."