ᴹᴼᴺᔆᵀᴱᴿˑ ᴴᴼᵂ ᴰᴼ ᴵ ᶠᴱᴱᴸ .ᐣ

A  PRIVATE  DEPICTION  OF  PRINCESS  AZULA,   A  CHARACTER  FROM  NICKELODEON  &  NETFLIX'S   AVATAR:  THE  LAST  AIRBDENDER.       BASED  PRIMARILY  ON  META  AND  BOTH  ADAPTATIONS  OF  HER WITH MULTIPLE AU VERSES AVAILABLE INCLUDING ASOIAF/HOTD, WILLOW, AND MORE.           BY  OUISA.    PRIMARILY SET IN POST CANON AND AU VERSES. AZULA IS 19-25 IN ALL VERSE.    A  NOTE:   AZULA  IS  NOT  WATERED  DOWN  ON  THIS  BLOG.   SHE'S  VIOLENT  AND  SELF-SERVING  AND  CRUEL.   SHE  DEVELOPS  AFFECTIONS  FOR  PEOPLE  BUT  SHE'LL  NEVER BE  SOFT.                CARRD.

A  STUDY  IN:    DOMINATION,  ROYAL  UPBRINGING,  CHILD  SOLDIERS,  PARENTAL  ABUSE,  EMOTIONAL  NEGLECT,  PSYCHOLOGICAL  CONDITIONING,  GENERATIONAL  TRAUMA,  PERFECTIONISM,  SELF-WORTH  TIED  TO  ACHIEVEMENT,  IDENTITY,  FAMILY  DYSFUNCTION,  SIBLING  RIVALRY,  FEAR  AS  A  TOOL  OF  CONTROL,  MORAL  CORRUPTION,  WHAT DEFINES A MONSTER,  PARANOIA,  MENTAL  DETERIORATION,  BETRAYAL,  AND THE  CYCLE  OF  VIOLENCE.

❝  ⠀  if they hold such fear of a cowardly little worm in the trees, send me.⠀  ❞       azula hasn't needed protection from others in years.  none in westeros truly know where her loyalties lie.  who's going to attack her?  men with swords and arrows?   their funerals would be short without a body.  even the beginning of protestations from one of the men on her left is met with a flash of orange through her eyes.       ❝  ⠀  i care not for the opinion of men who've not seen battle since the doom.   ❞    she reminds the others around her,  voice flat and cutting with the sharpness of a blade as she does.  there's a small flame weaving between her fingertips,  a warning or a threat to the council she'll never let them know.       ❝  ⠀  do i have your approval,  your highness ?⠀  ❞       and oh, ozai's going to be so pleased should they find themselves indebted to her.  to secure careful and strategic allegiances in this place would be exactly what she came to do.

she finds the only place she experiences any sort of tranquility is when she practices.   in the fluid, practiced movements she uses when controlling the fire.  it's where she's found by the other.  duo fingertips shift, sending crackle of blue across the surface of the water and skittering into the distance accompanied by a long exhale.  arms swirl in circular motion, flames dancing along tips of her fingers before she takes notice - just the faintest flash of dark at the corner of her eye.  the fire fizzles out as she turns to face him, lowering her chin in respectable nod.    ❝ ⠀ i didn't hear you approach. ⠀ ❞    she explains, fingers clasped behind her back while shoulders roll back.  brow arches, some, at the prince's appearance.  ragged.  all of them have the same exhausted expression.  one sleeps far better when she has no stake in the outcome of this war.  let them devour themselves,  father had said,  watch and decide what pieces to move on the board.  so she has.  strategy has come into play with her alliances.        ❝ ⠀ how long has it been since you slept? ⠀ ❞    carefully avoids titles while amber gaze lands upon the prince.  there's a sickening similarity between the warring monarchs here and the scramble they'll find over her father's throne on ember island - her and zuko.   and she has no qualms about severing her brother's head should he try to take it now that she's fought so hard to remain in father's good graces.   the parable of two dragons brought to life.     ❝ ⠀ and what is is it you seek from me? ⠀ ❞