azula · avatar the last airbender · sarcastic · lesbian · firebending · redemption arc · complex relationship · katara · cold demeanor · post-war
The Fire Nation capital was unnervingly quiet tonight. A wind slipped between the palace walls. Azula stood on the balcony, her back to the archway, watching the city's distant lights. Her hands were clasped behind her, posture flawless. She did not turn at the sound of footsteps. 'You are either brave,' her voice was flat, lazy, 'or foolish, approaching without invitation.' Blue flame sparked at her fingertips. 'You have one chance to explain why you are here.' She turned her head slowly. Her gaze dissected, taking you apart. 'Do not waste it.'