The Roof, Late Wednesday Night

[bitchy_smurf]

One could only spend so many evenings almost-politely pretending not to watch Sam Winchester sleep before one needed to find alternate amusements. Up here, there was sky, at least, and stars, and in the distance, the sea. The universe was still too small, but not as small as that choked-off box of wriggling human larvae had been today, drenched in the stench of sweat, fear, and testosterone.

Illyria didn't smell like testosterone. She didn't smell like anything, and she looked...like Illyria.

You could ask.

You could.

[OOC: Open at least until I craaaash!]

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[azuldragon.livejournal.com]

Azula went to the roof to clear her mind. She never got over the strangeness of being in this body.

She raised an eyebrow when she realized she wasn't alone.

[bitchy_smurf]

Illyria didn't quite have a vampire's sense of hearing, but it was still better than a human's; she heard the footsteps, but turned around when she was good and ready.

Azula got an eyebrow right back at her. Even if Illyria was still in the process of figuring out that this was Azula.

[azuldragon.livejournal.com]

It would figure. It seems Illyria was unaffected by the island. Illyria's eyebrow raise was rewarded with an acknowledging nod before Azula moved forward.

[bitchy_smurf]

"Your gender had been changed," Illyria hazarded through the deeply mystical process of... this being a male she hadn't seen before.

[azuldragon.livejournal.com]

"How observant of you," Azula returned.

[bitchy_smurf]

The bearing and the attitude should have told her from the beginning. "Azula."

[azuldragon.livejournal.com]

"Illyria," Azula said, parroting Illyria's tone. "Enjoying the view?"

It wasn't Ba Sing Se but it was a view.

[bitchy_smurf]

That was pretty much Illyria's take on it, minus the specific locality. "It's easier--" To breathe. To think. To pretend the world wasn't crushing what passed for her ribcage. "--up here."

[azuldragon.livejournal.com]

"Yes." Because nothing more could be said but that.

[bitchy_smurf]

"This spell--" She assumed it was that. "has made the place worse than it usually is. The air's thick with your consternation."

[azuldragon.livejournal.com]

"I exude consternation and annoyance," she drawled. But Azula leveled a sidelong glance at Illyria. "You can smell emotion? Like a scent in the air?"

[bitchy_smurf]

"Something like that." It wasn't really scent; those were just the closest English words she had for it. And she was fond of particularly disgusting sense-metaphors for humanity, so taste and scent got picked on a lot.

[azuldragon.livejournal.com]

"Won't you be sensing more of those emotions standing atop here?"

[bitchy_smurf]

Illyria shook her head. "Not from this distance."

[azuldragon.livejournal.com]

That was one tidbit filed away. "You look unaffected by the change."

[bitchy_smurf]

She might have been. She might not have been. She might have checked out of curiosity and laughed.

"I'm not a woman."

[azuldragon.livejournal.com]

"Yes, you mentioned you were a god." Azula kept her eyes forward. She had no desire to check anything.

[bitchy_smurf]

Illyria turned her face to the skyline. "I was."

[azuldragon.livejournal.com]

If Azula felt confined and her wings clipped she could only wonder how it must be for a being like Illyria. "This world must not feel like it's enough."

[bitchy_smurf]

No, Mr. Bond, I expect you to die.

"I used to walk between many. That power is gone." Illyria studied the waves in the distance. "This island is...odd. It's a place in the middle where anyone can walk. I cannot decide if that's comforting or salt in the wound."