Welcome to my blog full of fandom things and regret. I mostly reblog atla/tlok and DC things, but my interests are not limited to that. This is a personal blog, so expect more than just fandom things on here.
This blog is occasionally NSFW and isn't spoiler free, but all things are tagged at such.
Ursa fell silent. She focused on the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed. Trying to keep a straight face, the woman’s brow quivered. Even after all those years alone, she still could not figure out exactly where things went wrong. Deep down she knew the state of things was not her fault, not in the slightest. She had saved Zuko’s life, and that one action had helped him start on the path to being an honorable young man, although in the past she would have saw his path as a traitorous one. Yet, she could not help but thing maybe, just maybe if she were there, there may have been more she could do.
These were her precious children. She wanted to give them everything she could, even if it meant taking her life away. She would do whatever she needed to, to protect them. She had tried to be a good mother, and, although she would not admit it, she knew leaving was probably the best thing she could have done for them.
Ursa nodded slowly as she crossed her arms. “I am,” she muttered, reinforcing her response.