#withelemcnts

“  please let me in ,   ”         his voice is quiet,     quiet as the knock on azula’s door as if he hopes she doesn’t hear him.      he remains completely still and his knuckle hovers before the door,     eyes on the floor but his mind flowing back to the moment he saw azula escaping.     she’s the avatar,     he kept telling himself as they boarded the ship with uncle iroh.    whether he felt pity or jealousy in that moment it didn’t matter  ---   all he knew was he had to get her away from ozai before she became like him.    angry,  miserable,   marked.      “  i believe in second chances.      open up,    azula.  ”