Written for Day 5 of Tyzula Week on deviantart. Prompt was "forbidden."
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"Azula?"
Azula remained still with no change in breathing, but Ty Lee knew she was faking. She placed a hand on her arm and stroked it lightly.
"Azula, please, this is important. I need to ask you something."
Azula sighed and rolled out from under her to lay so that her back faced Ty Lee. Ty Lee missed the contact. "Go to sleep," Azula murmured.
Ty Lee scooted closer, laying a hand on Azula's side and resting her forehead against her back, letting her eyes drift closed. She took in the comforting warmth seeping through the silk of Azula's robe. "Azula…"
"If I let you ask your question, will you go to sleep?"
"Yes."
"Fine, what is it?"
Ty Lee took a deep breath. "What are we going to do when your father finds out?" When Azula offered no reply, she continued, "I mean, I know a lot of people wouldn't approve of us being together and your father—"
"It doesn't matter." Azula rolled over onto her stomach, keeping her face turned away. "He won't find out."
"But if he does—"
"He won't. Now go to sleep."
And that was that. She wouldn't get anymore out of Azula tonight. She sighed and draped herself over Azula, resting her head between her shoulders and drifted off into a troubled sleep.
