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we're not kids anymore.
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Love Begins
Cosimo Galluzzi
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if i look back, i am lost
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Not today Justin
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Sweet Seals For You, Always
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@monstyre
my persuasive essay waiting for me to finish it : me : azula really had no chance from the start, her name alone was the first nail in her fate, named for her grandfather azulon, she was cursed to be moulded and manipulated, crafted into the ‘ perfect child ’ where zuko had already started to fail at his own birth. there was no choice for her. she was never going to be her own person, she would never be able to afford to, and they weren’t going to let her.
azula’s birthday is nov 21st
Are you stronger than a mountain?
azula’s birthday is nov 21st
* soft angst starters
‘ stay with me tonight? ’
‘ don’t talk. save your strength. ’
‘ hey, i’ve got you. it’s okay. ’
‘ i’ll be right here. don’t worry. ’
‘ i think we’re done. ’
‘ hold my hand. ’
‘ it’s all been a lie, hasn’t it? ’
‘ we’re out of time. ’
‘ you’ll always be a friend. ’
‘ just hold me. ’
‘ i have to leave you behind. i’m sorry. ’
‘ don’t do that. it’ll only hurt. ’
‘ go on, cry. ’
‘ keep your eyes open. ’
‘ can i hug you? ’
‘ i trusted you. ’
‘ do you remember? ’
‘ i loved you. ’
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↳ quote // Azula
𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒗𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒓.
@monstyre ❤ ’d
with a deep breath and bowed head, aang braces for the opposite of a warm welcome. ❝ i know you probably don’t want to see me —–❞ he says of someone who’s tried to kill him every time they’ve met. ‘ probably ’ is an understatement. ❝ –— so i won’t stay long. i promise. ❞
hands rest loosely in front of him, folded gently in the position of the sound chakra like guru pathik taught him ( a posture more instinctual than intentional ). ❝ i just wanted to tell you that i’m sorry. ozai used you, maybe more than anyone else. parents are supposed to nurture us and his greed made him twist you into another pawn in his war. ❞ not that aang imagines azula sees it that way. ❝ the avatar’s job is to maintain balance, to keep peace. if i had done that when i should have … maybe things would’ve been different for you. so i’m sorry. ❞
THE UNIVERSE BESTOWS HER CRUEL HAND thrusts back every wrong, failed decision back in her face. she should’ve killed the little waterbender first. then the avatar would not be here, would not dare to 𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 with her ! that was her miscalculation. her failure. hackles raise, lips curled, more predator than girl ( but you’re not that anymore, are you ? ) if she could, flames would lick her lips, a storm’s sharp sting would dance at her fingertips but she has neither of those here, as much as she needs them.
HIS HANDS REST LOOSELY YET MAY AS WELL plunge through the soft flesh of her chest. there are bruises, dark, purple, fleshy ( she is rotting ), and he digs into them, with all the care of a toddler’s rough fingers. naive boy, something bitter and acidic burns in her chest and how she wishes it were her blaze, azure and true, to thrash around. instead she gnashes her teeth, wills her gaze alone to set him aflame, make him leave. the bitterness morphs, incredulous, disbelieving, angry, it bubbles to the surface and scratches her throat with sharp laughter. ❛ you’re a child. ❜ you know nothing. you couldn’t have stopped this. you’re too good, apologizing to someone who killed you, get out. ❛ what would you know about the inner workings of my family ? you don’t know anything. ❜ her hiss stings her own tongue. ❛ and the last thing i need is your pity. run back to your friends before you get burned again. ❜ like she could.
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@wolfkept ☼ ❛ 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 ❜ ☼
IT MUST TRULY BE GETTING DREARY IN HERE if he’s piqued her carefully withdrawn interest. the water tribe boy. a non bender, with the sword, a boomerang, and a plan. tongue clicks against her teeth, visage artfully drawn in. ❛ did you get lost, in here ? or are you here to play with fire ? ❜ as if she could flick her tongue and sparks would fly. as if she weren’t blocked, in here. she’s . . . understanding. beginning to.
@sheblock ☼ ❛ 𝒎𝒆𝒅𝒖𝒔𝒂. 𝒌𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒖𝒆. ❜ ☼
SOMETHING SHARP AS KNIVES RESTS POISED on her lips, coiled, would be ready to strike if it were anyone else. what a thing, reflections could be. zuzu had always been the one to take after her, azula carried the sharpness of their father, serrated edges, burning eyes, but there are pieces in her reflection azula finds staring back that do not belong. someone distant, someone that should not strike her as it does. what are you ? did they ask medusa that, before they made her face herself ? ❛ ty lee. comb my hair, will you ? no one else here can manage it without pulling, ❜ her voice drips in scorn, yet it fails to reach the amber of her eyes. ❛ ty lee. what do you see, when you look in the mirror ? ❜
