December Sixteenth: Lie to Me
"What is it you want, anyway?" Azula asked, looking into Ty Lee's eyes.
Ty Lee found it hard to return the gaze. She was sweating, even in the cold night.
"I just—I just—I just want you to tell me what I want to hear," Ty Lee says breathlessly, now meeting golden eyes and feeling a chill surge through her. "I want you to lie to me. Please, just tell me… tell me…"
Azula granted that wish. She kissed her on the lips.
Ty Lee felt fuzzy, numb, and altogether confused.
Maybe Azula was lying, but she wanted it.