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"Don't make it formal..."
As doth be wish'd by the lovers, a formal introduction is request'd. Florid strokes of the pen. She side-eyes Ty Lee with pursed lips. The acrobat mercenary sighs.
"Does that really reflect us?"
"No, but you'll write your own passage to slander mine won't you?"
Ty Lee raises a brow.
"No no, I didn't mean it like that!" Azula jolts her hand forward, saying "I want you to write that, baby" and leads it to her lover's.
Letting the hand fall to her own at first, Ty Lee clutches it with both her own. Caressing it. She smirks, declaring "call me when you're done!" before storming off into their bedroom.
"I will," Azula intones. She attempts to keep writing, only to realize that the ink has dried. Cheap pen, have to get used to it she thinks. Re-inking it, she scribbles her signature in the paper before writing:
I am Azula, second born of Ozai the terrible. Sister to fire lord Zuko. Banished princess of the fire nation.
I am writing this manuscript with my trusted confidant, partner, lover, my sun, Ty Lee. Decorated Kyoshi warrior and now legendary mercenary.
If this document has been ensorcelled and sealed, it accords to her wish. It is our memories, and nothing mere may see it.
I will neither defend myself nor justify myself. I am now, in your mind, exactly where I need to be. I care not for my atrociousness. It has passed. I have changed. Your belief in my words I can entrust only to you. Come what may, slander of these scrolls as historical revisionism or else, I will not intercept you. This is an account, written by me and my lover.
It carries only our love for each other. Our selves, our tale.
Please treat it kindly.
She holds the pen above the paper. A minute trembling is upon her.
"Love..." she places the pen into its holder. Ty Lee spins into the room, her feet gently hissing on the floorboards. Azula hands her the pen, giving her a peck on the cheek while getting up from the chair to leave the room. The acrobat's gaze lingers on her girlfriend as she strides out. The limping's nearly gone.
She's recovered so well, she thinks. She re-inks the pen, adding her signature below Azula's paragraph.
...and I'm Ty Lee. You'll find that I am much less eloquent than her. There isn't as much to prove on my end.
She giggles.
We decided to write this as a monument to our love. To my mercy, and to her dedication. To our years-long pining, her downfall, my rise, her redemption, our academy, the meaning of our lives. A celebration.
Wow I'm reading what she said, how pretentious! God I can't stand prose like that. I love her.
Well sweetie, if I'm your sun then you are mine. You're one of those big, beautiful, red suns the Ba Sing Se academics talk about. All warm and captivating and beautiful.
We probably won't have this thing "ensorcelled and sealed" or whatever. But you must be special if you're reading this. Please treat it gently. As she has learned to tenderly hold my heart in all these years, I ask you to do the same with this here text.
Know kindness.
She eyes the paper, deliberation upon her gaze. Making sure it is good, she sets the pen aside and closes the ink-pot's cap. Almost knocking the stool aside, she runs through sunset-laden halls and ornate flooring to their room. Azula is tucked into bed, eyes on Ty Lee. She braces for impact.
The acrobat springs forth, plunging into the softness of sheets and girl. Barely missing girl.
"You're ending me," sighs Azula.
"I'm just being enthusiastic!" Ty Lee's head lifts, propped up on her left arm.
"We'll have to get a new bed at this rate..."
"Oh, we sure will!" she winks at her snugly wrapped girlfriend.
"Mmm hm" she responds. Her eyes are barely open. The acrobat scoots closer, her arms supple around the princess of ire and passion. Azula rubs her cheek against Ty Lee's. She sits up.
"Let me hug you properly." They embrace, their arms wholly around one another.
An endless few seconds grace by, still fire flittering between their bodies. Ty Lee begins her kisses right below the princess' eye, gradually moving them to her lips. Azula locks her lips with hers. They both drag onto the moment as their faces drift away, longing setting in quick.
"Now you're awake," the acrobat caresses her girlfriend's cheek. Azula smirks, and the moment is a fixture.
For Ty Lee, the scene recants the glory of her love. The light from the windows, clarifying the floorboards, is regalia for the princess. It shines as her. Her head is directly, irrevocably, ruinously in place of the sun. The rays emanate from her crown. Blessed forth by the scorched lily.
Tears gather in Azula's eyes, this too is for Ty Lee. They aren't shed yet. A drop of sun grazes the acrobat's cheek, gentle. Well-sought, well-proportioned. A warmth sequestered from conflict, soothed by darkness. And stars sink intrepidly, ex nihilo, ab igne.
"I love you," the princess whispers before pulling Ty Lee in. One hand on her head, the other on her waist. The acrobat reciprocates the aggression as they begin making out. With a tightened embrace they partake in one another, vivid and saccharine. The acrobat whimpers.
"You moan so sweetly..." her words send shivers down Ty Lee's back. Azula's crotch is properly wet at this point, and so she begins the kill. Lightly tonguing her neck before going in with her teeth.
"Mmph!" the acrobat whimpers again. Soft bite, another tease. Her teeth only scrape her neck. The princess marks the spot with a kiss while guiding Ty Lee's hand below. She lets the hand slip inside her garment: Her entire body seems catch fire as it caresses her vagina.
"Ah, fuck..." The princess lets out a few droning moans. Ty Lee is good. She rubs Azula very slowly, providing just enough to rile her up without satisfying her.
"You're so sensitive," she remarks, withdrawing her hand slightly. Azula moves her head back from the acrobat's neck. Her gaze is numb. She's so desperate, Ty Lee thinks. Azula takes her lover's hand out of her pants, kissing it.
"Lie down."
It's firm, but Ty Lee is elated to obey the command. She places herself comfortably onto the bed. Azula first strips and throws away Ty Lee's robe, the pink silk becoming a mound at their bedside. It's cruel. The princess is greatly pleased in the acrobat lifting her arms up to help her take the cloth bra off. After gazing at her love's breasts for the eternity she wants, Azula grasps them tenderly. She kisses both.
"I wanna see you too," Ty Lee remarks. Sitting up, Azula disrobes determinedly. Taking everything off, creating another mound close to the pink one. She continues kissing, slowly going lower.
"You're so, ah..." Ty Lee is cut off by the princess' lips reaching her stomach. They admire each other. For a moment. She continues to kiss. The acrobat's eyes widen with anticipation as her lover gets closer.
"You're... so..." her breath stops as Azula's tongue touches her clit. A river of fire gushes from within Ty Lee.
And so begins their long evening.