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❛ GO AWAY, AZULA !❜
His voice doesn’t just RING --- it’s near to thunder than ever before. The lightning will hold, but his storm continues on. He’s shaking ; unbelievable pain all over the left side of his face --- like ants eating him alive. His knuckles are WHITE on his skin --- there are some still loyal servants trying and failing to help the BURN his father gave him. To make it all worse, Azula had come waltzing in, talking about what a show it was, how FURIOUS father was still, and left with ‘you know he’s going to banish you, right?’ ( Azula always lies, right? R I G H T ? Then how come it seemed...realistic? ) He hisses in, tears still threatening to break his eyes --- when he sees who is actually entering the room. The pain ceases probably for a whole second, then another -- more than he could ask for, and the name comes out broken and quiet.
❛ M a i . . .❜