Merry Christmas Liwia, with lots of xaxaxa and Lenny.
I kept it short, as you were fearing a long read.
"What were you thinking Ty Lee?"
"I didn't do anything wrong now, did I?" Ty Lee asked, looking around. Azula was bending over the shards of what had been a porcelain statuette in the figure of Fire Lord Sozin. She picked the shards up, one by one, keeping them in her cupped hands.
"Why did you think that somersaulting here was a good idea?"
"But… I didn't…"
"Don't lie to me!" Azula snapped.
She walked over to Ty Lee and handed her the porcelain shards, pressing them into Ty Lee's hands.
It hurt, the shards tearing through her skin and flesh, until her crimson blood stained shards and hands.
She bit on her lip, wanting to scream in pain, afraid to do so.
"Now," Azula said, smirking revealing a few of her pearly white teeth through the narrowness between her red lips, "I will keep this a secret…"
If…
"If you do something for me in return."
"But Azula…"
"What's that? Do you want me to tell my father instead?"
"You know what my father did to my other friend?"
"What other friend?" Ty Lee asked, backing away from Azula, who'd approached her.
Azula's eyes shone like a bright fire during a dark night, malicious, dangerous, but enthralling and beautiful at the same time, giving a sense of safety, security.
The safe feeling undone by a hand Azula pressed against her throat, her hands hot, like heated iron, sizzling against her skin.
"Exactly," she hissed, loosening her grip.