Azula

Azula hastily wipes her tears, her hands still shaking from her most recent outburst. The condescending words from her mother still ringing in her head, repeating the same things she’s always longed for her mother to say. ‘I’m proud of you Azula, I’ve always loved you’ but she’s not here anymore and she never said that. Azula sighs, brushing her jaggedly cut hair from her face.

Completely fed up with all the stress, she’s going to be the next fire lord. This is all below her. Her attention pitches from her conflicting thoughts to the door being opened, her anger already rising at the prospect of someone else bothering her.

“Whoever you are I’m giving you five seconds to get out of my room before I have you killed.”

She calls out, knowing the threat of death will keep away whoever was trying to bother her. The door closed gently, but instead of being left in peace she hears footsteps inch closer.

Whirling around at the intruder with her fist inches from their face, she was ready to make her hand burn their face off but she stopped herself. Coming face to face with you, the one person in this whole palace she trusted with her life. Her fist immediately opened, her anger melting from her tense form.

The familiar face of her lover immediately calming her, suddenly she felt very self aware of her appearance. Crazed eyes, a permanent scowl and jaggedly cut hair. She didn’t care about that now though, because all that mattered was that.

“You came.”