( There are no grandmas in this telling of the story. There's a lit fire, a cozy meal placed out as if there were two expected, and a fully furnished living space, but...
The door locks behind Azula after she's entered. Something creaks from one of the other rooms, heavy and slow. In the silence of the crackling fire, Shealtiel's growl fills the room. He's in here, hiding in shadows and slipping from room to room, waiting for his moment to strike.
But... Something about Azula has him curious. Hesitating. )
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The door locks behind Azula after she's entered. Something creaks from one of the other rooms, heavy and slow. In the silence of the crackling fire, Shealtiel's growl fills the room. He's in here, hiding in shadows and slipping from room to room, waiting for his moment to strike.
But... Something about Azula has him curious. Hesitating. )