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Azula Week 2018 #5

Yes I know I’m posting this late but I just had to start over from what I originally had. Either way, I hope you enjoy this, leave a like and/or reblog and I’ll be posting day 6 later.

She stood at the ocean, staring blankly as the waves as the crashed into the shore, covering her feet with sand and saltwater.

She hated the water.

She had always hated the water, ever since she was a child. It had never been kind to her. And ever since her battle with the water tribe peasant, she had despised it. It had been the one thing that always determined her downfall, her failures. Which made it ironic that I’m a few days she would be headed to the water tribe for her wedding. She reached up and caressing the pendant on her neck, it hung off of a red leather necklace and have a beautiful flame symbol carved in it with dark blue paint.

She was rarely nervous but this was something she couldn’t shake. All of the what if’s and possible ways this could go bad seemed to follow her through everything. And what seemed to be even more ironic is that standing at the shore is the only way she can wrap her head around things and organize her thoughts. As much as she hated it, it seemed to bring a sense of calm over her. Something the spirits had to have done on purpose.

She loved Sokka more than anything and she didn’t know what she’d do if she lost him. She didn’t want to even think about losing him but it was something that kept invading her thoughts. What if he didn’t love her anymore, what if he realized she was a terrible person and wanted someone better, someone good. A frustrated sigh left her mouth as she continued to stare at the crashing waves. It was moments like these where she thought of disappearing again. Of saving Sokka the trouble of being attached to her mess but the thought of hurting Sokka prevented her from doing such, it was like a constant lose-lose situation.

“Stop doubting yourself, Zules.” Azula heard from behind her. She turned to see Sokka standing behind her looking quite tired.

“What are you doing up?” She asks him and he sighs, walking closer to wrap his arms around her waist from behind.

“I couldn’t sleep without you there.” He told her and she sighed.

“Please don’t say that.” She tells him softly and he groaned in response. He was well accustomed to the lack of confidence Azula had when it came to their relationship. The fear she had of messing everything up and being left behind. He’s tried to get through to her as much as possible and it worked for the most part. But there was always a few times where she’d trap herself in her head and play worst case scenario.

“I mean it. I can’t sleep without you near me. And I really can’t sleep when I know you’re out here doubting that we’ll work.” He tells her and a shaky breath leaves her as leans into him further.

“I’m sorry.” She tells him and he shakes his head.

“It’s okay. As long you know I love you, that I love you more than anything, it’ll be okay.” He whispers before kissing her cheek.

“But-“

“No buts. We. Will. Be. Fine.” He emphasized and she nodded.

“Okay.” She agrees and Sokka hugs her tighter. “I love you too.” She tells him softly and she could feel him smile against her neck.

“So let’s go back to bed, I know you hate being so close to the ocean.” He says and she shakes her head.

“I don’t think I do anymore, not like I used to.”

“Why the sudden change?” He asked her curiously.

“It reminds me of you.”