Taken Sin, PG. Azula, anonymous Dai Lee Agent. Winner of the "Azula" contest at the LiveJournal community avatar_contest.
There's a light coming from her fingertips and all you can see is her smirk — pale skin and blood red lips. You search for her eyes in the darkness but can't find them. Your hands are bound over your head with metal chains. Your hat is gone now, and your head feels bare without it.
She's speaking, but all you can think of are those lips, moving around words and uttering your damnation. Those lips, ruby-colored and full. How many death sentences have fallen from those lips? Did they ever twitch in disgust as a man burned?
You can't fathom it.
You can't fathom those lips around her mother's breast. This thing — this woman with her smirk — couldn't have been a child. She must be more than a bender, even. A monster that haunted your nightmares after stories whispered in the dark. You can't fathom those lips stretched into a genuine smile. Women with lightning in their hands only smile when others are in pain. You can't fathom those lips pressed against a child's head, kissing him softly. You can't fathom those lips without the tilt of a heartless smirk, about to kill a man.
It's sad that the last thing you ever see in this world are those lips.