kissed
Azula looked like the sun that night.
Bright, burning. But she was more like a gasoline fire because the minute she left her ninth birthday party she was alone and it was hours before sunrise and she had burnt out that quickly. She was lying down on damp grass gazing up, up, up and there was nothing. The smog blocked out the stars.
"Hi. I followed you," chirped a voice above her, kneeling by the limp body of the supernova gone dark. "Did something happen? Am I allowed to ask if something happened?"
Azula looked up at her. Ty Lee was staring at her lips and Azula's eyes moved to look at Ty Lee's. Azula's were torn by her teeth but it was skillfully covered by make-up. It was a bad habit her father tried and failed to bring an end to. Ty Lee's lips, on the other hand, were warm and too-perfect. Azula never liked it when other people were perfect.
She wanted them.
No, she wanted them against hers.
Ty Lee closed her eyes and drifted towards Azula before catching herself and sitting up.
"No," Azula said as she quickly recovered. "You are not allowed to ask if something happened."
"Can I sit here?" Ty Lee asked and Azula returned her gaze to the clouds shrouding the moon.
"If you're silent," Azula said and Ty Lee put her hand over her mouth with a sparkle in her eyes.
Ty Lee said nothing; Azula was quiet.
They both knew what they almost did, but they wordlessly agreed not to discuss it.