With a rose in her hair she stood with her forehead against the wall.
They couldn’t make her move.
She wouldn’t do it.
They would pass bởi and whisper of how uncomfortable that looked. And how she’d maintained the position for well over an hour.
What else had she to do.
With a rose in her hair she stood with her forehead pressed against the wall.
She couldn’t exactly name what bound her to that spot on the wall. But it was something deep. Something complex. And oh so very coaxing.
She stood there and just listened to the voices. They’d actually become rather soothing.
After sometime she’d come to name them all.
With a rose in her hair she stood there with her forehead pressed against the wall. Nails digging deep into the wallpaper.
People would come and people would go.
In and out of the room.
A nurse. A guard. A servant hoặc two. Even little Zu-Zu.
But Azula didn’t pay them any mind.
With a rose in her hair she stood with her forehead against the wall. Nails digging deep into the deep crimson wallpaper.
Where did the rose come from again?
Azula couldn’t quite remember.
Maybe one of Them had được trao it to her…
hoặc was in the nurse hoặc maybe Ty-Lee?
Had Ty-Lee even stopped by?
With a rose in her hair she stood with her forehead pressed against the wall. Nails digging deep into the deep crimson wallpaper.
She couldn’t tell how long she’d been there with her forehead against the wall. The reason for doing so in the first place slipped away like most else.
So she let her friends…the ones others couldn’t see…come up with explanations for her.
One of them however was rather annoying. He was really beginning to hurt her head. She had to get him to stop talking, and she would one way hoặc another.
With a rose in her hair she stood with her forehead pressed against the wall. Nails digging into the deep crimson wallpaper. It smelled of perfume.
From down the hall Zuko could hear a sort of pounding. Rhythmic. Slow.
There’d be a 10 một giây pause and then another bang and the cycle would repeat. Just what was she doing now?
He’d arrived just in time to see the nurses try to stop his sister from banging her head against wall.
He felt something in himself break.
How long had he let her do that to herself?
He raked a frustrated hand through his hair. He was a terrible brother. He should have been watching her.
With a rose in her hair she stood with her forehead—a little bloodied—pressed against the wall. Nails digging into the deep crimson wallpaper. It smelled of perfume.
She’d been gone for quite some time now.
Mất tích with in herself.
Within her fragmented mind.
How could he let this happen? How?
He tried his best to coax her back to reality. But it would seem that both the tường and those voices were thêm alluring to the former princess.
With a rose in her hair she stood with her forehead—a little bloodied—pressed against the wall. Nails digging into the deep crimson wallpaper. It smelled of her yêu thích perfume.
She’d been there for over a ngày now. She hadn’t eaten a thing.
She hadn’t slept.
She let the perfume tickle her nose. It was comforting. It reminded her of…her—before she met Them. She pressed her body closer to the wall.
Perhaps if she could soak in the scent she could absorb that Mất tích part of her.
The part Zuko đã đưa ý kiến he kind of missed.
The person he đã đưa ý kiến he kind of missed.
She couldn’t place exactly who that person was anymore. hoặc how she used to act.
At least she had Them—her friends.
With a rose in her hair she stood with her forehead—a little bloodied—pressed against the wall. Nails digging into the deep crimson wallpaper. It smelled of her yêu thích quả anh đào, anh đào blossom perfume.
She closed her eyes.
Aside from the slight hunger pain she felt at ease in a chaotic, messy sort of way.
There were two petals at her feet.
A tear slid down her cheek.
With a withering rose in her hair she stood with her forehead—a little bloodied—pressed against the wall. Nails digging into the deep crimson wallpaper. It smelled of her yêu thích quả anh đào, anh đào blossom perfume.
Another ngày hoặc two passed.
Three petals lie at her feet.
She nudged one with her big toe.
That was the first movement she’d made in about four days.
Azula loved her rose.
Loved it like she loved the voices whispering sweet incoherent things in her ear.
With a withering red rose in her hair she stood with her forehead—a little bloodied—pressed against the wall. Nails digging into the deep crimson wallpaper. It smelled of her yêu thích quả anh đào, anh đào blossom perfume.
She felt a hand rubbing the back of her head.
A tear met the back of her neck and trailed down her spin.
“I miss you. Please come back.”
It was Zu-zu.
She knew because he didn’t try to tug her away from the tường like the others did.
His breath was warm on her neck.
He was still begging her to return. To talk. To at least switch positions.
The petals were so pretty. Her Những người bạn all agreed.
With a withering red rose in her Công chúa tóc mây hair she stood with her forehead—a little bloodied—pressed against the wall. Nails digging into the deep crimson wallpaper. It smelled of her yêu thích quả anh đào, anh đào blossom perfume.
Her head kind of hurt…
Had this sort of dull ache.
He brushed over her hair again.
He withdrew his hand.
The rose fell from her disheveled hair to the floor
He bends over and puts it back in place. Asking her once again, with another round of tears and a new sort of desperateness, if the Azula he knew would just come back.
Even for a second.
The rose begins to fall from her hair again.
With a withering red rose in her Công chúa tóc mây hair, just barely clinging, she stood with her forehead—a little bloodied—pressed against the wall. Nails digging into the deep crimson wallpaper. It smelled of her yêu thích quả anh đào, anh đào blossom perfume.
An array of petals meet the floor.
She let out a distraught gasping breath.
And a small sob.
Zuko didn’t hear it.
Slowly.
Rigidly. She turned around.
She extended her left arm in Zuko’s direction.
He sparred a glance back. His expression brightening.
He pulled his sister into his arms.
“Zu…”
“Zu.”
With a withering red rose in her Công chúa tóc mây hair, just barely clinging, she had once stood with her forehead—a little bloodied—pressed against the wall. Nails digging into the deep crimson wallpaper. It smelled of her yêu thích quả anh đào, anh đào blossom perfume.
They couldn’t make her move.
She wouldn’t do it.
They would pass bởi and whisper of how uncomfortable that looked. And how she’d maintained the position for well over an hour.
What else had she to do.
With a rose in her hair she stood with her forehead pressed against the wall.
She couldn’t exactly name what bound her to that spot on the wall. But it was something deep. Something complex. And oh so very coaxing.
She stood there and just listened to the voices. They’d actually become rather soothing.
After sometime she’d come to name them all.
With a rose in her hair she stood there with her forehead pressed against the wall. Nails digging deep into the wallpaper.
People would come and people would go.
In and out of the room.
A nurse. A guard. A servant hoặc two. Even little Zu-Zu.
But Azula didn’t pay them any mind.
With a rose in her hair she stood with her forehead against the wall. Nails digging deep into the deep crimson wallpaper.
Where did the rose come from again?
Azula couldn’t quite remember.
Maybe one of Them had được trao it to her…
hoặc was in the nurse hoặc maybe Ty-Lee?
Had Ty-Lee even stopped by?
With a rose in her hair she stood with her forehead pressed against the wall. Nails digging deep into the deep crimson wallpaper.
She couldn’t tell how long she’d been there with her forehead against the wall. The reason for doing so in the first place slipped away like most else.
So she let her friends…the ones others couldn’t see…come up with explanations for her.
One of them however was rather annoying. He was really beginning to hurt her head. She had to get him to stop talking, and she would one way hoặc another.
With a rose in her hair she stood with her forehead pressed against the wall. Nails digging into the deep crimson wallpaper. It smelled of perfume.
From down the hall Zuko could hear a sort of pounding. Rhythmic. Slow.
There’d be a 10 một giây pause and then another bang and the cycle would repeat. Just what was she doing now?
He’d arrived just in time to see the nurses try to stop his sister from banging her head against wall.
He felt something in himself break.
How long had he let her do that to herself?
He raked a frustrated hand through his hair. He was a terrible brother. He should have been watching her.
With a rose in her hair she stood with her forehead—a little bloodied—pressed against the wall. Nails digging into the deep crimson wallpaper. It smelled of perfume.
She’d been gone for quite some time now.
Mất tích with in herself.
Within her fragmented mind.
How could he let this happen? How?
He tried his best to coax her back to reality. But it would seem that both the tường and those voices were thêm alluring to the former princess.
With a rose in her hair she stood with her forehead—a little bloodied—pressed against the wall. Nails digging into the deep crimson wallpaper. It smelled of her yêu thích perfume.
She’d been there for over a ngày now. She hadn’t eaten a thing.
She hadn’t slept.
She let the perfume tickle her nose. It was comforting. It reminded her of…her—before she met Them. She pressed her body closer to the wall.
Perhaps if she could soak in the scent she could absorb that Mất tích part of her.
The part Zuko đã đưa ý kiến he kind of missed.
The person he đã đưa ý kiến he kind of missed.
She couldn’t place exactly who that person was anymore. hoặc how she used to act.
At least she had Them—her friends.
With a rose in her hair she stood with her forehead—a little bloodied—pressed against the wall. Nails digging into the deep crimson wallpaper. It smelled of her yêu thích quả anh đào, anh đào blossom perfume.
She closed her eyes.
Aside from the slight hunger pain she felt at ease in a chaotic, messy sort of way.
There were two petals at her feet.
A tear slid down her cheek.
With a withering rose in her hair she stood with her forehead—a little bloodied—pressed against the wall. Nails digging into the deep crimson wallpaper. It smelled of her yêu thích quả anh đào, anh đào blossom perfume.
Another ngày hoặc two passed.
Three petals lie at her feet.
She nudged one with her big toe.
That was the first movement she’d made in about four days.
Azula loved her rose.
Loved it like she loved the voices whispering sweet incoherent things in her ear.
With a withering red rose in her hair she stood with her forehead—a little bloodied—pressed against the wall. Nails digging into the deep crimson wallpaper. It smelled of her yêu thích quả anh đào, anh đào blossom perfume.
She felt a hand rubbing the back of her head.
A tear met the back of her neck and trailed down her spin.
“I miss you. Please come back.”
It was Zu-zu.
She knew because he didn’t try to tug her away from the tường like the others did.
His breath was warm on her neck.
He was still begging her to return. To talk. To at least switch positions.
The petals were so pretty. Her Những người bạn all agreed.
With a withering red rose in her Công chúa tóc mây hair she stood with her forehead—a little bloodied—pressed against the wall. Nails digging into the deep crimson wallpaper. It smelled of her yêu thích quả anh đào, anh đào blossom perfume.
Her head kind of hurt…
Had this sort of dull ache.
He brushed over her hair again.
He withdrew his hand.
The rose fell from her disheveled hair to the floor
He bends over and puts it back in place. Asking her once again, with another round of tears and a new sort of desperateness, if the Azula he knew would just come back.
Even for a second.
The rose begins to fall from her hair again.
With a withering red rose in her Công chúa tóc mây hair, just barely clinging, she stood with her forehead—a little bloodied—pressed against the wall. Nails digging into the deep crimson wallpaper. It smelled of her yêu thích quả anh đào, anh đào blossom perfume.
An array of petals meet the floor.
She let out a distraught gasping breath.
And a small sob.
Zuko didn’t hear it.
Slowly.
Rigidly. She turned around.
She extended her left arm in Zuko’s direction.
He sparred a glance back. His expression brightening.
He pulled his sister into his arms.
“Zu…”
“Zu.”
With a withering red rose in her Công chúa tóc mây hair, just barely clinging, she had once stood with her forehead—a little bloodied—pressed against the wall. Nails digging into the deep crimson wallpaper. It smelled of her yêu thích quả anh đào, anh đào blossom perfume.
5. Dock/Xu/Bushi
I loved Dock/Xu/Bushi from the moment he appeared. He looked like he would have an awesome personality. I know he only appears in the episode "The Painted Lady", but he was still ranked 5 for me. He has an awkward, crazy personality as of having three in one. I loved it when his third personality, Bushi đã đưa ý kiến this line: "Dock's a crazy!". And he's all three, so he is crazy.
4. Sokka
Sokka's friendly, upbeat, and funny with a clumsy streak. Sokka is just like Stella in Winx Club, they both always try to cheer up their friends. Sokka has an extreme interest in weapons, and...
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I loved Dock/Xu/Bushi from the moment he appeared. He looked like he would have an awesome personality. I know he only appears in the episode "The Painted Lady", but he was still ranked 5 for me. He has an awkward, crazy personality as of having three in one. I loved it when his third personality, Bushi đã đưa ý kiến this line: "Dock's a crazy!". And he's all three, so he is crazy.
4. Sokka
Sokka's friendly, upbeat, and funny with a clumsy streak. Sokka is just like Stella in Winx Club, they both always try to cheer up their friends. Sokka has an extreme interest in weapons, and...
Okay I was đọc on wiki about the new legend of korra episodes okay and sokka married Suki and they had a daughter called Sukia and she's a kyoish warrior I think they call her Cheif Sukia so it isn't sokka sorry tokka những người hâm mộ I'm also I big người hâm mộ of tokka to sad face :( but I don't know who lins father is yet I'm guessing its Ohev hoặc Duke so maybe there's hope... Not for tokka những người hâm mộ thou...but these people called Dragon men are after korra. And asmai and mako break up and mako and korra r cuter n ever:) but she's on a journey to master the spirt world and stop these people trying to Kill her and her Những người bạn to...and Aang appears to in a couple of episodes and lots of flashbacks it's really fun the episodes should come out in a couple of months (my guess) this book is called Sprits bạn wanna know anything else n hộp thư đến me người hâm mộ me hoặc wiki yourself..
