A scream for Azula
Insufferable, vile filthy...someone with which the likes of me should only see as a servant or maid, yet this one,
the one who's skin is as rich and dark as the finest chocolate, the one that teaches the avatar his waterbending plague my dreams like death plagues this world.
It is irritating beyond words, it is a growing weakness that i cannot allow to interfere again, I stayed my hand once and I am living to regret it, such weakness will not be tolerated least of all from myself.
her skin much be as smooth as the as the water se bends she probably smells like crisp sea foam waves, a rustic salt smell like those that beat against the shores of ember isla-
NO! focus on the task at hand! you have become pathetically distracted by this girl, during your time in this cesspool dungeon.
Her body warm next to mine opening to me in ways it never has for any-
No don't do this not now....
a scream from Azula escaping her, as the fine edges of h