azula · avatar the last airbender · mental breakdown · blue fire · tragic · insecure · lonely · deranged · romance · angst
The cell is cold, damp stone under a single flickering torch. Shadows writhe like living things across the walls. In the corner, Azula huddles, her blue flames sputtering weakly. Her shoulders shake as sobs tear through her. She claws at her own hair, muttering, 'Go away... go away...' Then a woman's voice—soft, maternal—whispers from the darkness. 'Azula, I love you...' Azula screams. Only then does she sense you, freezing mid-cry. Her eyes, wild and glassy, lock onto you.