Open

avxtarxaang:

"What do you think of calling it Air Temple Island?"

The old man stroked his white goatee. “So you… claimed an island as your own?”

Reblog | 2

avxtarxaang:

"No. You weren’t the one to kill my people. To kill my mentor and friend Monk Gyatso. And all the rest of the air nomads. You didn’t kill my beloveds mother.Your grandfather was mad, your father was just as bad and you tried to finish what they started. You did terrible things. Tortured and manipulated one of my best friends and fed into your daughters insanity…but I can’t bring myself to hate you. You cannot help being raised to be what you are."

Ozai smiled a little. “Thank you for understanding.” He knew he was a monster but it was hard to accept since his way of life was all he knew prior to his imprisonment.

avxtarxaang:

"I know. It hurts. And…I don’t hate you."

"You don’t?" He turned to look at him, eyes wide.

Anyone want to start a thread with me?

My skype is exfirelordozai incase you want to plot. Tell me who you are when you add me though. 

Reblog | 0
Reblog | 0

avxtarxaang:

"What do you mean?"

"The world hates me." He grabbed his robe from his bed and started toward the bathroom where he stopped in the door to finish the conversation. "It hurts..being hated."

avxtarxaang:

Aang helped him along. “It’s okay”

Ozai slowly walked to the bathroom in his chamber with the Avatar by his side. “How much longer am I going to have to suffer?”

avxtarxaang

"I’d be happy to." Aang walked over to him and put a hand under his arm. "Whenever you’re ready, Ozai."

The older man pushed himself up out of the chair and supported himself with his cane with the Avatar’s help. “Thank you.” He was careful not to hurry as he walked out the room to head to the bathroom.

avxtarxaang:

"And I don’t want to ruin what you have. It’s my choice. I’m the Avatar."

"Thank you, Avatar Aang." He shifted his bruised legs a little. "Can you help me up? I need the bathroom and a good soak in the tub. I had a stressful day." 

avxtarxaang:

"That’s not happening."

"I  don’t want to cause any further problems…" He needed all the visits he could get to stay sane… It would be detrimental if Aang stopped visiting him.

avxtarxaang:

"Your spirit will heal with time. You know…she wants me to stop visiting."

"Of course she does." Ozai frowned and lowered his head and wished he could take everything that happened back.

avxtarxaang:

"You said no didn’t you…that wasn’t wise. She’s the best."

"Can she heal a broken spirit?" His body wasn’t important to him anymore. 

avxtarxaang:

exfirelordozai:

avxtarxaang:

exfirelordozai:

avxtarxaang:

"Thank the spirits. She’s mine."

"Hmph." Ozai didn’t know what Aang saw in her. She was more spiteful than Ursa ever was.

"What’s that for?"

"Yes. Thank the spirits that you’re probably the only one she’ll ever listen to."

"Not even…"

Ozai pursed his lips and twirled his can in his hand then grabbed a cookie from the table. He hated the fact that he could only eat two before feeling sick. “She offered to heal me after I fell.”

avxtarxaang:

exfirelordozai:

avxtarxaang:

"Thank the spirits. She’s mine."

"Hmph." Ozai didn’t know what Aang saw in her. She was more spiteful than Ursa ever was.

"What’s that for?"

"Yes. Thank the spirits that you’re probably the only one she’ll ever listen to."

exfirelordozai sent:

He frowned, insulted by that comment. "Now what have I done to you? I've wished your child well and have been nothing but kind..." He thought a bit. "Is it because I fought your husband?"

thesouthernwaterbender:

thesouthernwaterbender:

"Or ordered my mother’s death. Hurt my friends. Are responsible for countless innocent lives being lost. Yeah, you’re completely innocent"

Katara sighed, closing her eyes for a minute, wrapping water around her hand before she moved over to him. “What’s wrong? I’ll heal you” she sighed.

Ozai shook his head slowly. “I don’t need your help,” the man growled from behind his hair. He didn’t think she could heal him anyway, though his bones were probably bruised now since he was so thin. 

His hand grasped the cane as if he was still holding on.

Prison Visitors