( * meme, with @fearbend ).
old friends they are not, but azula’s father had once sought soft futures from her mother (even the rich and the powerful must crawl towards false prophecies: cassie never knew how true most of what her mother said was, but there had to be some embellishments ... truth, after all, was a flimsy invention). her mother’s graceful gaze lands on the two girls. cassie knows she must play the obliging daughter: her arms lift to wrap around azula’s shoulders, throwing a smile over her shoulder. ‘‘ i’ve missed you terribly, ’’ cassie lies, badly, shoddily, the words burning on her tongue.
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