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

23. Bending

They can hear footsteps echoing above them; thick, clunking thrums that remind Azula so much of the Fire Nation military. Remind her so much of the man who keeps coming to her cell and taking, taking, taking her soul.

Lin knows what the noise is. It's just the officers, in a bit of a tizzy, it seems, but harmless. It fades to the background as her friend pales.

Lin grips the bars, pulling them open just enough to slide through. Sitting in front of the quiet woman with the beautiful name, she holds her hand out with a smile.