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i don’t have sob stories like all of you.
i need to scare rp with more people from this fandom. help me, dear god, i want to torture love them all.
xx █ — ♛ ❜ "You know, I never did get to celebrate becoming an only child. How... Disappointing."
xx █ — ♛ ❜ Hands held endless possibilities, whether it be for the wondrous creation of objects or the barren relentless destruction of things left behind. They were meant to touch, feel, bleed, and ruin. And how she loathed the sight of her own callused pads now, hardly dainty with clay caked beneath chipped nails and cuticles bitten raw. What else was there to do? Run through the shredded fabric of formerly glorious robes, reliving a molten memory of perfect conquer -- she had enough, a bubbling sensibility rising in the back of throat, burning in bile remembrance of the horrors feeling need to flicker behind tired eyelids in candlelight remorse.
Fire shaped the earth, crafted and molded it, burned it's weakness into nothing but ash. A sooted existence for all that squabble beneath it's purify rage and how she reveled in such a righteous path, a boastful behemoth of volcanic birth. Yet with those very hands she casts a steely amber gaze upon, hoping to rend flesh into cinders, she recalls the silken slip of rose cloth and the whisper tickle of maple tresses across knuckles rubbed bloody... The girlish chortle to spill from lips much sweeter and kinder than her own, lighting up an expression foreign to the regina of flame. It left a bitter taste to linger on her tongue, brazen in it's bold assumption of care, a churning concern for the sickly sugar that infatuated attention from those around.
Had she fallen prey to it? No, impossible, no weakness would be tolerated even behind this gilded cage made pristine for a crucified princess. But fingers knot against the thick of a pale palm, fumbling skin against skin in phantom recollection. Instead of dirt, what a shattered woman wouldn't give for the skirting of lithe digits or the wispy brush of chestnut locks threading through marred hands, braiding and brushing in kind in lieu of the boiling rage scratching at the dragonstone cobble beneath.
She was no such woman. She refused to be, but only in a lonesome range could she admit that fragile denial to herself.
"I wouldn’t consider myself to be particularly glum right now. At least, no more than usual."
█ — ♛ ❜ "Could have fooled me. Then again, you were never expressive in our youth. I, for one, am doing marvelously, thank you for asking."
{✿} “No.”
█ — ♛ ❜ "Come now, Ty Lee, don't deem yourself by associating with the rabble."
do you secretly want your brother's dick?
█ — ♛ ❜ "Are you asking me to set you ablaze, you pathetic excuse for a creature? Such talk makes me nauseous."
"Right. Believe it or not, someone might appreciate it.”
█ — ♛ ❜ "I think you have me mistaken for someone who cares what others appreciate. Don't be dumb, dear brother."
"Zuko isn’t the only factor that decides my mood."
█ — ♛ ❜ "Good. It'd be disappointing otherwise. And not that I care, what does have you so glum?"
"Maybe you should try, not calling them peasants.”
█ — ♛ ❜ "But that would be lying, Zuzu. And we all know that I'm above such trivial grievances."
"Gee, thanks.”
█ — ♛ ❜ " Don't be so sullen, it's compliment. My, he did put you in a rotten mood, more than usual."
"…while that’s not what I’m doing, no, there isn’t anything better to do."
█ — ♛ ❜ "Of course I don't mean you Mai. You aren't nearly as pathetic the majority of people who seem fit to waste my time... Oh? Is Zuko ignoring you again?"
█ -- ♛ ❜ "Don't you peasants have something better to do then fawn after my attention?"
And then she fell apart.
if you’d like a small thing/greeter, like this please or send a message for plot purposes. also someone find me a sokka to make miserable. thanks.