Azula burns bright (bornoffire) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-06-29 21:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, azula, dick grayson (nightwing) |
I think about life without her and there's this..void. It's cold, and empty, full of pain
Who: Azula and Dick
What: Visiting at the hospital, pretending to be a couple, and advice
When: After this log
Where: Hospital
Status: Complete!
Rating: PG-13 for messed up emotions
Azula swept into Dick's hospital room. She was wearing a simple blouse and jeans, hardly the outfit of someone of her stature but easier to slip in and out in. And if you looked closely, both were designer.
Dick was sat back on the bed, a oxygen tube up his nose, a small heart monitor on his chest, and an IV hooked up to his arm, dripping water and some kind of medication very slowly. He was scowling at a tablet, and clearly trying to access a Wayne Enterprises log in. "Damn." He muttered, then looked up, hearing someone, and actually grinned, which was better than pathetic and pale. "You know," he said, by way of greeting. "I read that in Japan, students were studying hooked up to IV's to avoid this sort of thing happening. Sounds like a good idea."
"I wouldn't know," Azula replied with a smirk. "I went to a private school in San Francisco." She took a seat, daintier than she intended to, but that didn't matter. This was more for appearances - she'd made sure that cameras had caught her face as she'd walked in.
That would end up being good publicity wise, wouldn't it? It would also add evidence to the thing with him playing Beard. Maybe this had been a good thing after all. "So..." he said, smiling, "I'd offer to get you a drink or something but everything in here's kind of lame. Worse, if you ask my room-mate before his kids took him home today. This morning he threw his oatmeal at the wall and said he was revolting."
Azula gave him a dry look, "I'm glad I missed that. What the hell did you do to end up here?" She even reached over and took his hand. It was an emotionless gesture, even if she did find him attractive.
Dick took it as more of a friend gesture, and appreciated the support really. "Too much caffiene, not a lot of anything else." He admitted, shaking his head. "Apparently I'm also suffering from exhaustion and dehydration, but my heart's the concern right now. Oh and I...apparently tried to ride the copier, then passed out cold."
The woman was a little relieved at that. She didn't need or want feelings getting into this. Her mind was a jumble over everything with Ty Lee as it was. She was even considering, gasp, asking him for advice. Unlike Mai he wasn't...close enough to her or Ty Lee to know them. It would be almost unbiased.
She gave him an amused look, "I'm reconsidering this boyfriend thing. Riding the copier, really?"
"Really." He shook his head. "They said I was calling it some fantastic new breed of dragon. Uh, my temperature was at around 103 at that point if that helps my reputation any. " At least Skeeter didn't know who he was, so he was fairly safe there.
Azula snorted, "You're lucky that didn't make the tabloids. Your little sexcapade did, but it was easily denied." She winked at him, "I could have fun with you, here.."
"Really it's a good thing this whole flying alien thing hit instead." Dick said thoughtfully. "That was on earlier. Kind of weird, but, we all remember balloon boy, and how that went, don't we? You could, you know. Until this thing..." he tapped the monitor. "Went off. Then it'd just have to take explaining and witnesses. Do we want to leave witnesses, really?"
"It was probably an airplane. People are gullible sheep. It's why the tabloids sell so well. Next will be some man dressing up in a bat suit." Azula scoffed.
"See, I didn't see an airplane so much." Dick admitted, "At least not on the air. It looked more like something millitary out for a test or something. But if we go there...I don't want to go there. Going there implies some kind of nuclear crap I'd like to hope we're not dealing with."
Azula shrugged a shoulder. If it was a weapon, her father would want it, or something like it. She herself? Wouldn't mind flying. Something (basic physics) told her if she could fire a strong enough flame, she could fly like that too.
She'd have to try some day, "When will you get out?"
"Probably Sunday." Dick looked depressed at the thought. "I'm almost back to normal now," Okay so that was sort of a lie but well, it wasn't like he was near death now, and they'd let him out with restrictions pretty soon and the rest could resolve itself. "They just want to see a little more of the arithmya I picked up going away first."
"You'll have to tone down on the coffee," She replied, then looked away. "I need some advice."
"Yeah." he agreed ruefully. "But so, advice." He picked up his bed remote and raised the head so he could sit straighter. "Hit me with it."
"It's about my..friend. The female one." She didn't fidget with her fingers like she wanted to, "I might have hurt her." No mights, she knew she had, "I don't know what to do about it. The things she said I...didn't take the way I should have."
"Oh Shit." Dick said, and it was clear that he said that because, well, that just wasn't good and he felt bad for her. "I'm not great with uh, friendships" he said, "But so, she said some things and they hurt so...what then? Or well, you can say what she said if that helps too, but you don't have to."
"No, they made me feel..." Things. Inside. She actually rubbed at her chest like the feelings were foreign and disturbing, "I accused her of empty, meaningless words." Her eyes drifted over to the heart monitor, "Because they've always been empty in the past, even if it wasn't her saying them."
Her mother had said loved her. She'd lied. Her father was incapable of love. It was an emotion that couldn't possibly be real.
"They made you feel what...Oh. They made you feel at all." Dick said at last, and let that sink in. In his field, he wasn't much of one who let feelings interfere with things himself, and certainly not without his consent. "I see..." he said, "So she..confessed something and it was hard to believe?"
"Yes...! That." Azula nodded her head, "I couldn't..say it back..." She'd lashed out and hurt her instead. Azula felt suddenly a little cold, and alone - and it was her fault.
Dick nodded back, sympathetically. "I guess if you haven't really experienced it, you wouldn't be able to know what it's like, would you?" It was sort of like an HR meeting but it was a lot less fake than that suddenly, wasn't it? "Or maybe you don't trust it if you've...sorry, prying."
"It's all right," Azula replied, a little coldly. He was clearly hitting a nerve, and her fingers clenched at the side of the bed.
"I wonder if it's for the best, but I think about life without her and there's this..void. It's cold, and empty, full of pain."
Ty Lee was the opposite of pain.
"I'd say that to her. Exactly like you just explained to me." Dick said. "How you'd feel without her. If you can't say that you love her yet...that's still something really powerful. I think it'd make your point."
Azula scoffed, as though she were dismissing the idea, but her eyes spoke volumes, "I need to warn her about this. Before she hears from another means. I didn't get the chance to yet."
Truthfully it had slipped her mind entirely.
"That would really hurt your chances of patching this up, yeah." Dick made a face at the possibility. "I can explain too, maybe drop an email but it should be you first because otherwise it looks like you've been hiding things. But I could do that later on. Really, I should meet her so we can discuss all of this."
Azula nodded, "..you're right." It was a sign of respect that she'd even admitted that, "Come here." She leaned forward, kissing his check, but her head tilted so it looked like a kiss on the lips, "Thank you, Dick." He might even be a friend. Maybe.
Dick hugged her back, and yeah, maybe they WERE friends after all. Sort of. "I just hope it helped." he told her.
"It might have, if it's not too late." Azula kissed his cheek again, then stood, "Watch yourself, please. I don't like going to funerals."
And Dick watched her go with a little disappointed looking smile, like one might if their girlfriend had to leave for the night. So far with the beard thing, so good. Right?
Right.