β | | @flheir continued from HERE .
β | | πππππ ππππππ ππ ππ πππ πππππππ πππππππ ππππ , ππππ, jagged obsidian strands from behind the bars of her prison enclosure . Each strand of her bangs that framed her face mimicked the broken frame she had been γ forged γ within . Her birth - giver's amber eyes looked through rusted , steel bars at her sibling with the hollow - emptiness of a girl who had seen γ horrors γ while her brother wasn't looking , and experienced γ nightmares γ while he was sound asleep in the childhood home .
What have you done . . . ?
The figure behind her smiled something as he γ sipped γ on the teacup in his hands . His toothy grin γ glowed γ beneath the strands of sunlight that taunted her as it danced through the small window of her holding place . Meanwhile , Azula's heart sank with the heavy realization that the person who subjected her to this prison γ claimed γ to do so under the premise of love . . . But it would seem that Zuko would γ never γ know the meaning of those words .
β What a confession , Azula . β
Azula's ENTIRE frame went numb , eyes γ faltering γ from her older brother to look at the damp stones beneath her feet . Tears . . . They found their way to her eyes like they had the night before as she SCREAMED for mercy .
β Ha . . . HaHaha . . . . ! HA ! β Laughter . A sickening , BROKEN sound that bounced off the walls like ghosts in a nightmare . β You - . . . You think this is better than being with our Father ? β The Princess asked as she slowly turned her attention to Zuko .
β This is WORSE ! β She growled , as her laughter broke free again . β HahHAhaHAH ! MUCH WORSE ! β
Once - polished fingernails γ curled γ around the bars of her door , something dark red staining beneath the surface as marks along her wrists from restraints far - too - tight to be safe made their debut into the light .
WHAT HAVE YOU DONE ? !
β Be quiet , Azula . . . You don't want them to come back , do you ? β
The craze look in her eye suddenly DROPPED as fear struck through her mind , visibly γ wincing γ and recoiling as a response . β N - No . . . No , I do not . β She answered the voice in her head allowed . Mr . Lies was right . If they came back . . . She went away , again . If they came back , they would make the pain come back all over again . And , if they came back . . . The short time she actually got to spend with one of her γ only γ remaining family members would slip through her fingers .
She pulled back from the door , moving to offer herself the γ only γ comfort she knew how since Zuko had signed her freedom away on the dotted line . β You did this to me . . . ? β Azula's arms loosely wrapped around herself , like a γ hug γ β the rare signs of affection that her Father used to give her , and the very same Zuko had been denied most of their lives .
β You - . . . You did this to me , brother . β She whispered , fingernails digging into the skin of her biceps . β Father would γ never γ have sent me here . . . He would have allowed me to stay in his care . β She closed her eyes as the small bit of sanity she showed her older brother started to slip . β He ACTUALLY knew how to take care of me , instead of shoving me off to some γ wretched γ place where you NEVER have to think about your awful , evil sister . β Swaying , haunting steps carried Azula back from the door towards the blood - stained bed her invisible companion was perched . The springs γ creaked γ beneath her weight as she lowered herself down , letting her hair SHIELD the hurt in her eyes .
β Congratulations , Zuzu . . . β Azula said , her voice shattering in her throat from the tears that threatened to fall . She drew her knees to her chest , becoming smaller in the only place she felt safe . β . . . You are now γ worse γ than our Father is . β
