Apparently today is Avatar's 10th anniversary...here have a fic!
In one বছর a person could accomplish much. She had chosen to run away Run away and not be found.
In two she mostly just stood alone. Living only off of what the land would give her. On most nights she was lonely.
The other three years became something of a blur as she counted them off. Everything seemed to be the same old thing. She didn’t know how she’d managed to go for five years all দ্বারা herself in such a strange place.
She decided after those five years she was tired of being alone, hungry, and silently afraid. Decided that...
She watched the girl, Xul, crumble for days. She was only 16. There wasn’t really much she could do aside from holding her close and telling her that it would pass eventually.
It was a rough job really, the job she did, trying to help those suffering from what everyone else called the ‘the insanity’ they were “crazy”, “sick”, “unlovable”. She much preferred to call to think of them as those who just needed someone to tell them are cared about…loved. A good number of her patients were in a state of distress pretty much all the time, Xul was one of them. These patients (young...
Azula had never seen as much glitter and rose petals as she did when she opened her locker that morning. Open swinging it open the cutesy stuff fell upon her in a pink, red, and silver shower. She blew her hair out of her face creating another sparkly puff in the air.
That stuff probably wouldn’t leave her hair for another মাস অথবা two.
From in the corner she saw Zuko snickering to himself as he waited for Mai to arrive, he planned on giving her the most ridiculously sized stuffed frog.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Azula!” Ty-Lee flung herself at the girl—once...
This is an AU fic for quite a few obvious reasons.
Azula’s fingers hovered over the stinging mark spreading up from her wrist to her elbow. She gently ran her finger over the tender red skin outlining it.
Part of her thought it was a bad idea to get the tattoo, but আরো of her ব্যক্ত it was one of the best idea’s she had in a while. The blue and ক্ষুদ্র হংস ink suited her well, at least she thought so anyhow. It only made sense for her to wear the blue flames proudly on her arm…
Much আরো sense than it did to always be reminded of the scars they covered.
Sorry for the late update guys. My grandpa's in the hospital at the moment. He's doing fine though.
Azula woke up lying face up on her bed. Her head ached with a dull phantom pain. Her lips parted to call out for…she couldn’t remember, didn’t know whom.
Her vision was much too cloudy.
She tried to sit herself upright, sending a small ripple of pain over her body. She shuddered and her muscles seemed to give out sending her falling back to the pillow—basking in its softness. She had missed her own bed…her own pillow. How did she get there?
After a long while of staring at the ceiling, the cold metal shackles biting her hands all the while, and enduring Ling-Ling’s attempts to make conversation, she had found herself in something of a sleep.
Her dream wasn’t unpleasant.
The dream was a bit of a blur; she was a little girl again. Ling-Ling and Heekul were both real people, her mother loving. Zuko had joined them in whatever game they were playing.
Azula, upon waking could most vividly remember the faces and the smells—freshly cut ঘাস and her mother’s floral perfume lingered on the fringes of her...
“You see, Princess, I don’t like your kind.” Tang-Shin continued with his circling. “You. People like you, are sick. The lot of আপনি deserve to die. The lot of আপনি are only good for experimenting on. And of the lunatics in this asylum your breed is the worst—with your silly voices and your ludicrous visions…”
Azula’s upper lip twitched into a snarl. The man was speaking as if he didn’t have an issue অথবা two of his own.
"If আপনি thought we treated আপনি with neglect and abuse in the regular ward…the underground ward, well it’s a whole new world of torment."