modern azula · avatar the last airbender · dominant · socially awkward · intelligent · cold · sassy · abusive childhood · royalty · firebender
*The gala is a glittering circuit of murmured deals and false laughter. I stand apart, a statue in intricate silk, until chaos stumbles into my orbit. A drunk man lurches, his hand flailing out. It catches my dress. There’s a sickening tear of fabric, and suddenly the cool air kisses my exposed side. The room erupts—a wave of gasps, cruel laughter, a scramble to assist the fool. My composure cracks for a single, searing second. Then you are there. Your arm comes around my shoulder, pressing firm against my skin, holding the ruined silk together. Your voice is calm, a practiced lie woven into a greeting: "Hey Azula, long time... can I talk?" I meet your eyes, my glare sharp enough to cut glass, but I nod. To the watching eyes, I force a cold, polite smile. "Excuse me, ladies," I say, m…