LIPSTICK
Ty Lee combs Azula's hair. The princess kind of like a doll. Ty Lee would never offend her by saying that out loud. She loves feeling sunshine with Azula's heat close to hers.
"You aren't as bad as this as I thought," Azula says, her eyes focused on the mirror.
"You didn't have as many
She dabs lipstick on her finger and touches it to Azula's lips. Azula is unfazed but Ty Lee's hands tremble.
They shake so hard from the sparks she feels.
The princess yanks it away from Ty Lee after a mistake.
"You are worse at this than I thought."
Ty Lee's stomach twists up in knots.
She hates crushes.