fiery-kisses

He watched as the battle unfolded in front of him in the courtyard, the heat of the flames reaching even him, hidden behind the nearby pillars. It was fascinating to watch, beautiful and terrible at the same time, how the blue and red flames clashed, and burning higher and higher, waves of heat rolling away burning the skin on his face slightly. It left him speechless and in awe, yet slightly shivering too. And when Azula charged her lightning, he knew she would not shoot it at her brother, whom he recognized as Li with a hint of satisfaction, but at Katara who stood a short way off to the side. His first instinct was to shout out, and run f

WARNING! This chapter of Axylia Putris contains SPOILERS for the "The Boiling Rock" episodes! If you do not want to be spoiled, please do not read. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK! From time to time voices would break through the haze that had taken over his mind, making all thoughts slow down and difficult to grasp. The voices would weave in and out of his consciousness, growing louder and softer at odd intervals. None of them sounded familiar, but that did not unsettle him. It was more as if he could not make himself care about them, because they never mentioned his name, which meant he was not the focus of their attention, so his consciousness wo

Relief and dismay flooded Azula as she heard the voices in the distance, but instead of looking into the direction of where they came from, she kept her eyes on the rebel. Thankfully, she caught his attempt to turn and run, and pushed him back gently, a blue flame jumping up as a safety measure, to ensure her superiority. He glared at her, but dropped his gaze with a startled spark in his eyes, quickly turning his head away, as if he were a pouting child, but when she looked down at herself, she inwardly smirked. So he was not oblivious to her charms then, since she was only dressed in her nightgown, which was badly torn after she had tended

In the darkness the sound of water drops reached him, bringing out the memories of careless days long gone. He saw himself running over hills and meadows with his best friends, not a single care on their minds, and their laughter ringing across the bright and sunny day. Now as a young adult, he could only look back to those summer days, with wistful yearning, knowing that there was no turning back. The memories did not stop there, as nightmares tend to go on even if you do not want them to. There he was still laughing as he reached the top of the hill, overlooking his hometown, and freezing in shock as he saw the thick black clouds rising fro

It just was not fair, this peasant and rebel, this boy of no blood had taken her strongest assets, twisted and turned them against her… With calculated cool he had seen through her lies and rendered her helpless, leaving her nothing with which she could defend herself. So after fourteen years of superiority, an escapee showed Azula, crown princess of the fire nation, what it meant to be powerless. His medicine was not the least bit sweet, it was bitter and cruel, leaving a very unpleasant aftertaste in the back of her mouth, and vaguely she thought ‘this is what defeat must taste like There was no burning hatred, no flame of anger

Oh, he knew it was a trap, one look in her eyes and he knew exactly what she was planning, but somehow something that seemed too real crept into them. It made him feel uncomfortable, as if the knowledge that the fire nation princess was capable of being hurt unsettled him, even though it would have been easy for him to twist it to his liking. It would mean that if he wanted to, he could hurt her and see it in her eyes, but at the same time, it meant that she was a human being. Somehow, that did not sit well with him, despite the instinctive gut feeling that she was currently trying to get him to lower his guard, not that that was very difficu