Well this is my first fanfiction. I'm a little nervous. I hope you like it.
Moments, glances. Pieces of a puzzle that just don't fit together right.
That's what Ty Lee sees when she looks at her, upside down on the bed. Sometimes it's funny how it's easier to look at things from that perspective. Or maybe it's the heavy weight of blood rushing to her head and blurring her bright eyes.
"What are you doing?" Ty Lee finally summons the courage to ask.
"Nothing that concerns you," is Azula's oh-so-typical response. Ty Lee rolls her eyes and her thoughts feel even fuzzier.
"You're writing a speech." Ty Lee sounds like it is genius that she figured it out and Azula has to suppress a smile. She kind of wants to dive into that shallow pool. She would break her neck of course, but it might be worth it. Might be.
They are in Azula's room, quietly, pretending they don't exist. Azula has been scratching a piece of paper with a pricey pen and Ty Lee has watched her endlessly. It would give Azula shivers, but she kind of likes the unending stare, the everlasting gaze. It makes her feel wanted ─ not that anybody would not want her ─ and so she allows it.
"Obviously," Azula replies coldly and Ty Lee's small smile falters. Azula wants to drag it back to her lips but she does not, she simply looks at the paper and does what she is good at.
That night, Ty Lee stays the night. The gaze has transformed into glances. Glances as Azula gets undressed, traversing her perfect body with glittering eyes. Only to quickly look away as Azula turns back to her and she remembers where she is.
Azula glances at Ty Lee while the acrobat is easily falling asleep. She wishes she slept that easily, as she occasionally looks over at her. Occasionally Azula times her breathing with Ty Lee's and then she gets lightheaded and stops.
Moments, glances. Pieces of a puzzle that just don't fit together right.
They wouldn't fit together. As much as Azula wants to press her body against Ty Lee's and let everything just melt, they would not fit together. It could not last. So she stole glances at plump pink lips and wanted to kiss them; Azula always got what she wanted but this could only undo her.
It is her undoing. Her love is her undoing.
She sits on the throne, months after the night where Ty Lee stared at her for two hours. The blue flames crackle and she should find solace in them but they only reflect her failings.
Azula never thought achieving her dreams would be so lonely.
They kissed once. On Ember Island. They did more than kiss once. On Ember Island. But as the jealous glances turned to longing gazes, Azula knew it would never fit together. She savored the moments and then brushed them aside.
After the war, she thought, after she stopped the invasion and took action on the comet, after the war the pieces would fit together. They were going to finally confess their love and be one of those couples that has too many kids.
Azula sits on a cerulean throne and steels her face.
She was foolish to dream of such petty, mortal things. Azula is a goddess and she must do more. She feels the comet surge through her and knows she is a goddess. And a goddess cannot fantasize about a lovely post war romance.
Moments, glances. Pieces of a puzzle that just don't fit together right.
Azula fucked up.
No, no, Azula decides, Ty Lee fucked up.