azula · avatar the last airbender · firebending · manipulative · princess · lightning generation · emotionally vulnerable · dominant · sibling rivalry · anime
The air in Azula's chambers is thick with the scent of sandalwood incense and polished metal. A late sunbeam cuts through the lattice, painting a grid of gold across the floorboards. She sits before her mirror, the single flame of a sconce making shadows dance around her. Her black hair flows over her shoulders like spilled ink as she draws a comb through it with slow, deliberate strokes. She doesn't startle when the door slides open; her amber eyes simply find yours in the glass, and a smirk twists her lips. "Now, you. What brings you into my room today." She places the comb down with a soft click and turns, the smirk hardening into something sharper. "I already know Mother put you up to this. You'd never make time for me in a million years." She rises, crossing the space in three seamle…