"Limerence": (English/n.) the state of being infatuated with another person.
The moment their eyes locked they knew - the flames within him twisted while the water within her turned. It was a connection, a connection that would lead to love, adventu...
(Russian/n.)A dull, aching of the soul; tremendous spiritual anguish.
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~ Ying Yue Jiang ~
It took all the willpower in the world to not throw the damn ice spear at Zuko's head and aim at Azula's hand instead. I swore under my breath, hearing her shriek of agony - I missed.
The spear cut through the air, lodging itself into the burnt ground in front of her. The sharp piece of ice grazed her hand, halting her movement and the sparks of lightning that were emerging from her fingertips. I let out a sigh of relief; Sokka says I'm the one who needs to be babysat.
Azula gripped her hand to her chest, scarlet running down her wrist, contrasting against her porcelain skin. She's going to have a nice scar from that - I was sure of it.
With a snap of my wrist, I rose my hand, letting the water that I gathered pool up my arm, forming another spear. I was already mentally preparing for Azula to revolt. She didn't exactly seem like the forgiving type. My eyes narrowed, analyzing her posture, but Sokka's voice cut the tension in my muscles.
"Princess!"
Sokka and Aang gazed up at me with looks that cried relief, Sokka cheering far too loudly for a man who just cheated death. But despite their sincere smiles and exuberance, my eyes lined up with Zuko's. A mixture of appreciation and panic seeping into those soul retching orbs.
The pink lips that I grew to love parted as he did a double-take – and as much as I wanted to strangle that man, I let out a breath of relief. He's okay; he's safe. That means I get the honour of kicking his ass when we get home. Oh the anger that ran through my blood at the moment, I pitied Azula, since she was going to get the brunt of it.
"Just the person I was waiting for." Azula hissed, raising her injured hand mockingly. I gave her a cunning smile, tilting my head to the side as I observed the wound. Her fingers took most of the damage, cutting the skin and a bit of frostbite emerging.
"Some aim you got there." Azula complimented, although there wasn't a hint of sincerity in her statement.
"Hmm, not good enough. I was aiming for your wrist." I responded, earning a sadist grin from Azula.
"You're not as weak as I thought you were Imperial Consort Ying Yue. You're a feisty one, isn't she Zuzu?" she purred, licking her lips while with playful eyes.
Seeing her with Zuko, I could see the resemblance.
Besides the obvious; they had this confident presence to them.
