Of Burnt Badgermoles and Broken Dragons

by sappho-anaktoria

Azula never expected to leave the asylum; she never, ever expected anyone to care enough about her. But that's not the reason–it can't be. No one cares about her, and no one ever will. It makes no difference to her where she rots. [AzulaxToph] Spread the love, people :3

2. Bars

Azula expected a dull, damp cell, surrounded by bars in which she would be gawked at like an amusement show. It surprised her that there was no pomp or fanfare. She doubted that many of the people even knew who she was. Her move was a secret; so was she.

For three weeks, she was taken care of, the only difference between the cell and her room back at the Fire Nation Institution for the Criminally Insane being the view out of the tiny barred window. She anticipated the change, the drop in attention and care, and was not disappointed.