kinda feel like I need to go outside and be absorbed by fog or somethin. become one with the creatures in the mist. become the physical manifestation of the sound the highway makes in the distance. be my own liminal space. self care, yknow
I could sit here and complain how our mom liked Zuko more than me. But I don’t really care. My own mother… thought I was a monster…
She was right of course, but it still hurt.
(we didn’t see too much of it in the show, and I’m not sure if it was fully explained in the comics, but did Azula’s mother ever actually call her a “monster”? we only hear Azula say that was what her mother thought of her. this conversation is more-or-less a hallucination, but even here Azula’s imagined version of her mother doesn’t agree that she is a monster. she does mention that Azula uses fear to control people, and although her mother doesn’t like what her daughter does… she’s never seemed to be “afraid” of Azula. I mostly blame Ozai for it, but I don’t think Azula can accept somebody caring about her when they also aren’t afraid of her. her mother never feared her, but her mother did love her, but Azula didn’t trust that)