#fearbend

he should have known better -- that should he reach out a hand, it would be slapped away. had they not been at odd ends long enough? could she really not see the wrongs of all that had been normalized for them? leaving home once more and joining the avatar as an ally had been the best decision he has made in years. and his attempt at trying to get his own flesh and blood on board was proving to be futile.

❝ no, azula ... i just think we can be better than this. i know you can be better than this, too. ❞

yue has only met the fire nation princess in passing . . . when well - flanked by guards or members of team avatar. even then, she'd hardly call it official, as they've yet to hold an actual conversation. what she does know is that zuko has been vouching for his sister more and more recently, both formally and informally. princess to princess, who is she to deny azula a chance ?

expression twists to one of annoyance for but a brief moment , quickly replaced by the avatar's practiced mask of calm neutrality bordering on benevolence.         ❝ ya know , it really is a beautiful day to not be a jerk. ❞    the implication of the look that follows practically screams in the silence : you should try it sometime , azula.

Zuko: Fine! I don't give a shit! Azula: You seem to give a lot of shit for someone who claims not to give a shit.

Azula: As you know I keep a list of all my friends in order of how likely they are to betray me. Zuko: Where am I on the list? Azula: Well I can’t tell you that because then you’ll quickly move up or down depending on your reaction.

Azula: I'll offer you some friendly advice- Zuko: I don't want your advice. Azula: Well, then consider it unfriendly advice.

Azula: We should normalize not loving family members. Zuko: You can just say: “I hate my dumb fuck uncle” or whatever. Talk like a normal person!

Jet: Hey. Azula: *pissed off* You… complete …ASS, Jet! You show up here after WEEKS, and you say “hey”?!

[[ she missed her worstie :/ so sweet ]]

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Jet: Your Honor, I hereby submit the following to the court: Jet: Azula, what the actual FUCK?

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Jet: Hey guys, I found a spider. Cool little lad. Thanks for eating the mosquitos. Jet: Oh no, where did it go? Azula: JET WHAT THE FUCK?!

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Jet: Are you busy? Azula: Yes. Jet: Cool, listen to this.

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Jet: That was a joke. Say ha. Azula: Ha. Jet: Now do it again. Azula: Ha. Jet: Congratulations, you are officially the life of the party.

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meme tag // always accepting

azula: Did you like the food I made? aang: No, not really. azula: But I put my heart and soul into it! aang: No wonder it tastes so cold and dead.

azula: What must it be like to live in your head? Are there happy ponies in there? It’s really something how utterly delusional your optimism is. If I didn’t hate you so much, I might even be impressed. aang: Huzzah! I got a heavily qualified and slightly sarcastic compliment from azula!

*while waiting outside the principal’s office* azula: What are you in for? aang: Oh, they just want to know if it’s cool if I miss my classes tomorrow to run sound and lights for a presentation in the auditorium. What about you? azula: I stabbed a kid with a screwdriver. aang:aang:aang: We live very different lives. azula: Yes we do.

aang: The path to inner peace begins with four words… not my fucking problem.

it's a beautiful day outside : mid - summer, the afternoon warmth pleasant and agreeable against her skin, a gentle breeze sneaks through ornate silky curtains and ... and azula sits in the room with her, unreadable as usual. the sun does not quite manage to reach her face where she's sitting but it catches against the carpeted floor in thin yellow stripes, ricochetting off it to cast shadows across the princess' face; emotion always seemed to cling differently to her than it did to ty lee, for a moment making her feel lost amongst the walls of a place she'd thought of as a home, second only to the circus : how well did she really know her, this unpredictable figure of a childhood friend stripped of what they'd thought was her birthright? for a long time, the acrobat would've said that a lot : she had never been delusional enough to lie to herself into believing she was more a friend than useful to whatever goal occupied azula's mind, but there had always been intention to her presence, standing one single step to the side, keen ears to accompany an even keener form.

now, she sits, intentionless and silent, thinking of how distant the memories of the days when the princess would push her, child - like in her meanness, feel a fun pirouette interrupted and turned sour by the hard shove of palms on her back. or how they would gossip with their hands covering their mouths, as if the people around them could not hear, their giggles always loud enough to give them away regardless. now, there's something dark and dangerous behind honey - colored eyes that was not there before, and ty lee does not feel brave enough to ask about it.

ever so subtly, gray hues move up to watch her and she gives a short shake of her head, gently says, ❝ nope, there's nothing there, ❞ as she brushes imaginary dust away from her uniform, gloved hands folding neatly atop her lap when she's done. she'd insisted on being the one keeping an eye on her, and though she does not regret it, she does wish she hadn't turned down the offer of having one of the other kyoshi warriors stay with her as well, if nothing else so that she could talk to someone other than azula. the awkward taste of betrayal hangs from a thin thread above their heads, too precarious to ignore still.