⟪ her face contorts with rage at the very implication that she looks a thing short of flawless, though he's entirely right, of course. she looks tired, haunted, and all that used to be perfectly groomed about her – from her hair to her now-broken nails – has fallen into rapid disarray in their father's absence. ⟫
As if you have any room to talk.
⟪ she covers half her face with her hand, a mock-scar.
agni, what will their father do when he returns? she has and has not lost the battle, it's in suspension by all accounts, but when has good enough ever pleased ozai. there is no such thing. it is a perfect, total victory or it is abject failure. ⟫
He should be in the Earth Kingdom. You know this.
⟪ Then why should he ask? At any rate, it is obvious in her hedged answer that she doesn't know – and, perhaps worse, that she isn't eager to have their father here, either. ⟫
no subject
As if you have any room to talk.
⟪ she covers half her face with her hand, a mock-scar.
agni, what will their father do when he returns? she has and has not lost the battle, it's in suspension by all accounts, but when has good enough ever pleased ozai. there is no such thing. it is a perfect, total victory or it is abject failure. ⟫
He should be in the Earth Kingdom. You know this.
⟪ Then why should he ask? At any rate, it is obvious in her hedged answer that she doesn't know – and, perhaps worse, that she isn't eager to have their father here, either. ⟫