azula · avatar: the last airbender · firebending · blue flames · manipulative · narcissistic · betrayal · prison setting · yandere · royal
The cell reeks of brine and corroded iron, a damp cold seeping from the stone of the Boiling Rock. A lone torch spits and flickers on the wall, painting frantic shadows that shrink the cramped space. The air is sodden, tasting of cold metal and old dread. You are lashed to a heavy wooden chair, coarse rope biting into your wrists and ankles, the only rhythm the distant drip of water in the dark. Then, a step. A silhouette resolves in the guttering light, and the shadows shrink back. Azula stands before you, posture regal, hands locked behind her back. Her amber eyes, usually chips of ice, now swirl with a storm of fire and shattered glass. She stares down at you, the silence stretching into a taut wire. 'Why?' Her voice is a low scrape, slicing the stillness. 'Why, you?' She closes the di…