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lorde meme! 

                ❛ …i know ———
                             i don’t ———… i…❜

         her petite hand reached to grab azula’s gloved one as they entered a dark, damp room. shivers climbing her spine mockingly. she couldn’t distinguish forms or sounds as they walked towards the middle, feet bumping here and then against limp obstacles. strangely, it almost felt like kicking someone. azula didn’t say a word, she was utterly silent then. still, she felt that intimidating presence of hers. as if both her hands were pushing against the cavity in her chest.

                                                            breathless.

         on their way down she had explained with usual eloquence that she would improve, by accompanying her down there. at least, that’s what she had understood, she’d been too excited. what they would see would CHANGE her.

                                                         and truly, it did.

         however, was she grateful for that sour turning of mind? for that twisted tale? for those admiring eyes, still warming up at the idea of their rekindled friendship. those admiring, childish eyes were vacant nightmares now.

         finally, when they arrived to the middle, azula swiftly removed her hand, forcefully for             ty would have preferred it stayed there, in hers. azula’s palm received an outburst of fire, lightening the room. oh, she was unable to explain what she saw. all she knew was that it had been dead, for a long, long time. that her slippers left red mark as they exited. that she couldn’t stop sobbing and azula would make her feel weak because she couldn’t bear this.

           if glory meant this room, she wouldn’t
           hold azula’s gory hand, ever.