[ She hadn't searched for him, but she thought about it-- just to rip the band-aid off quickly. Instead, she festered on her own, still full of adrenaline from the fight with Aang where she'd left him mostly unscathed, too much of a wreck from the thought of her small world crumbling to permanently remove him from Avalon. He would have deserved it, and a part of her, throughout the night, waiting, wants to seek him out, wants to make him suffer until she is once again alone in the silence.
The apartment earns her ire instead, slamming, breaking, flipping objects in her path until she essentially tires herself out from her temper tantrum. After a while, she forces herself to go to bed, partially convinced that Zuko actually wasn't going to return to her this night, feeling foolish for waiting on him like some lovesick goatdog. Her dragon, typically not affectionate, was curled up on the pillow beside her, close and watching. He notices his namesake first, furling up protectively as Azula stirs, pushing herself up on the mattress by the time Zuko slams his way into their bedroom. The princess shoves the blue creature from the bed and it scurries underneath it in response.
It's still dark but she doesn't move to turn a light on, sitting in the darkness waiting for him to address her first. ]
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The apartment earns her ire instead, slamming, breaking, flipping objects in her path until she essentially tires herself out from her temper tantrum. After a while, she forces herself to go to bed, partially convinced that Zuko actually wasn't going to return to her this night, feeling foolish for waiting on him like some lovesick goatdog. Her dragon, typically not affectionate, was curled up on the pillow beside her, close and watching. He notices his namesake first, furling up protectively as Azula stirs, pushing herself up on the mattress by the time Zuko slams his way into their bedroom. The princess shoves the blue creature from the bed and it scurries underneath it in response.
It's still dark but she doesn't move to turn a light on, sitting in the darkness waiting for him to address her first. ]