for apharsites and for ginsengdragon"

[azulapwnssouls]

Azula was bored, and that was a dangerous thing in itself. The box had no accommodations and she was left to herself. They wouldn’t bring her things to paint with - so that was out. And instead she snapped her fingers as she sat in the corner and watched the fire spring up from her hands and then vanish.

There was also a fly stuck to the now rubber wall. A hair pin holding it down by one wing as it buzzed to get away. She almost wished this little box they gave her had rats.

At least if there were rats, she’d have something to do.