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vanghool — Another Brother What If? #9
Published: 2013-07-09 03:53:33 +0000 UTC; Views: 885; Favourites: 5; Downloads: 2
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It is so hard to ink the faces of the charter when you don't want there face to he bloaty. Fortunately I finally found a pen that can. Unfortunately I found just after the last two pages were inked and scanned but I promise that I will use then for now on in the future.I finally have the last four done. I'am so excited. I hope these pages are what you imagined in the story cause they certainly are what I did.
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Correct me if I'm wrong but is Azula making an annoyed face with having to mourn the brother she didn't like?
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Yes as AvocdoLove wrote in Interlude: Zuko's Tombstone-
"Perhaps Ursa sensed her frustration. She opened her eyes and when she spoke it was with a false brightness -- as if her son could actually hear her. “Sixteen years old, Zuko. Nearly a man.” Ursa tried to smile, but her bottom lip trembled. “You would have grown so handsome… I could imagine--it would be driving me mad keeping the girls away.”
“Mother,” Azula said, hardly able to stand it. “He was hopeless around girls.”
Again, Ursa tried a shaky smile. “Just a phase, I think.” From her long robes, she pulled out a few trinkets, placing them by the base of the tomb, and brushing away a few dead leaves. They were toys — a small komodo-rhino, a puzzle box and a small flute. Toys that ten-year-old Zuko would have liked, but which would have been inappropriate for a teenager.
Azula didn’t bother to point this out. There wasn’t any point. Ursa would probably be returning to this spot every year for the next forty years and still bring the same type of toys — offerings for a lost son who would be forever ten years old in her heart.
Her mother brought out two joss sticks, and with two pinches of her fingers, lit them. The incense drifted up in lazy loops and spirals, tickling Azula’s nose. It was by only the finest breath control that she resisted sneezing.
“I miss you every day.” Ursa whispered, bowing her head once more.
And Azula resigned herself to a long, tedious afternoon."
She rather skip this ritual.
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I knew I remembered!!!
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