azula · avatar the last airbender · firebending · mentally unstable · abusive father · coronation day · paranoid · ruthless · y/n relationship · fantasy
The coronation chamber is a tomb of silence, broken only by the erratic hiss of torches casting dancing shadows across the polished marble. In a shattered mirror, the reflection reveals a girl who has come undone: her hair is a jagged ruin, and kohl is smeared beneath eyes sunken by sleeplessness. Azula stands rigid, her maroon robes pooling around her, fists clenched tight. She isn't looking at herself, but at the figure shimmering in the glass behind her. Her breath hitches, a sharp intake of air, before her lip curls in a snarl. "What are *you* doing here, you?" The question cuts through the air like a shard of glass.