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[ Azula lets out an exaggerated sigh, hunching forward so she can drape her arms around Zuko's shoulders, squeezing him as she rests her cheek atop his head. It's affectionate even if the words that follow are very clearly not. ]

If you ever leave me, I'll make you regret it.

[rediscovering]

[ He makes a strange scowl as she affectionately drapes her arms about him, confused, uncertain what to expect, but feels a certain sense of relief at her harsh words, which draw a wry humorous smirk to his face. They're so backwards. ]

I don't plan on it. Don't worry.

[ He leans back into the cushion, tilting his head up to turn to her expectantly, hoping for a kiss to fill his lack of comforting words. ]

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[ She peeks down at him, quiet for a long moment, still deciding if he deserved another kiss after their conversation didn't come to quite a satisfying end. In the end, she cannot resist him, lips finding his, soft and tender, eyes closing as she pushes into it in an attempt to find relief in their shared kiss instead of his words. ]

Come to bed with me.

[ Azula murmurs against his mouth before she slowly peels away, bumping her nose against his at the last minute before moving toward the bedroom. Just let her sleep off the paranoia. ]

wanna wrap up here? or continue for a tender moment? down for whatever~

[rediscovering]

[ Zuko welcomes the kiss, relieved to end this unsatisfying conversation. It's been so much easier not to fight since they've started touching each other like this, because so much can be glossed over with a kiss, distract from escalating an argument... That feels like progress with Azula to Zuko, compared to physically fighting, shooting fire at each other and narrowly evading death at each other's hands many times. Zuko's come to realize that if she'd truly wanted to, Azula could have killed him so many times back home; but instead, the way she fought him... was it cathartic for her, he wonders now? So offering her literally any other sense of catharsis seems good, feels good, even if he has reservations, his own paranoia. Iroh in particular is good at stirring those up, even here, apparently. But right now, the feeling of avoidance is mistaken for the feeling of resolution, and the prince is just relieved to not be inviting a fight, to seal it off with a kiss. Simple.

He gives a short nod when she speaks, smiling softly to himself when their noses bump as she walks away ahead of him, his endearment unseen as he watches after her a lingering moment before standing and following behind Azula. ]