So I came across a post from a user on tumblr about wanting a fic about Zuko comforting/taking care of Azula after her breakdown. And when asked why he was doing so, he’d say “She is my crazy, beautiful, sister.” I saw that quite a few people wanted to see this as well, based on the amount of notes. So I thought I’d give it a shot.
Her wrists hurt.
Her throat burned.
Her lungs screamed.
Her body tingled with pain.
Her head spun.
Her head…her head.
Azula longed to bury it in her hands. Grip it until the madness faded. But in her state—chained to a grate—she had no means to do...
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