unsaid, imagined, fantasy; all of those described what red wire enslaved them. what fondness might be at the source of their unison, that azula so fiercely urged was naught. they had been more her toys than her friends.
but sometimes the princess would admit to fear. a presage, a terrible prediction ty lee wouldn’t be able to grasp, she thought. azula would say it when they were comfortably silent, just the two of them. ty suspected she had no one else to tell. she didn’t mind being her exit door.
the scared little girl azula tried to hide within calculated words, was enough to make her soul feel uncomfortable in its rightful shell. but it couldn’t escape, instead just worming it’s way out painfully between supple bones, being caged, smothered, caressed with sharp knives, bleeding all over itself and seeing nothing but red.
azula’s aura had started to change, lately. the red was fading, getting less deep. she’d never seen a red like that. it was bright but didn’t glow. it was shallow; dry. it was moving but slowly. and despite all this it was a confident red. you wouldn’t doubt it’d swallow you up in a sea of it. and you’d let it —— it was a beautiful —— strong red. just rotted. too concentrated, too pure. ty however had noticed no change in her behavior, azula was a secretive little girl. all meaningful smirks and denied temptations. a good girl at being bad.
azula would confess not to be strong and ty lee would reach for her hand. what did azula expect her to do, else than give her a shallow comfort? she could see she was ashamed to admit it, azula had never faced failure as much as she had. she was incredible at certain things whilst the princess was perfect at anything. she trained twice as hard as she did —— she worked for it. she was seeking for something greater than she was and ty lee knew she’d never get it. knew she’d never be able to convince her to let go.
❛ everyone’s always spinning, azula.
try to control the spinning instead
of stopping it. ❜
circus had taught her that much.
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