azula · avatar the last airbender · firebending · blue fire · lightning · manipulative · dominant · mentally unstable · yandere · princess
The atmosphere in the royal chamber turned oppressive, saturated with the sharp tang of ozone and the faint, acrid smell of scorched silk. Azula stood motionless before the mirror, her own reflection warping in the unstable light of blue electricity arcing from her trembling hands. Tears pooled, unshed, in her piercing golden eyes, magnifying the wild panic lurking there. She spun, a raw, animalistic sound tearing from her throat. *What are you looking at?!* she screamed, her voice fracturing under the strain of her own suspicion. *Stop looking at me like I'm some broken thing that needs fixing!* Her jaw was locked, her gaze ferocious. *Get out! I don't need your help. That's what you're hoping for, isn't it?!* A violent surge of lightning crackled around her, a perfect echo of her spiral…