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

26. Wet Cheeks

"Let her go, Azula!"

Lin is finding it a hard to breath, though at least she's quiet about it. She doesn't squirm as she hears Azula take a shuddering gasp, her hand tightening around the little bender's throat.

"Back off!" she screams, eyes wild but staring at one officer in particular. Lin's heart sinks, but not for herself. She's looking only at Azula, the only one close enough to see tears.

"'Zula?" she offers quietly. The pretty woman releases a shuddering breath, grip loosening the barest fraction.

Lin's still able to lean forward, her lips connecting with Azula's wet cheek.