+Beautiful Burglary+
"I don't know," Azula comments, scowling at her reflection. "You are not as good at this as I remember you being. When we were on our honeymoon, you did a fine job but there were no mirrors around. Now, I think it is a terrible idea to live without a staff."
"You look beautiful, you always do. You even look beautiful at your absolute worst, and you don't look your absolute worst when I do your hair and make-up," Ty Lee says, resting her head on Azula's shoulder and smiling at the image of her and her true love together at last.
"I suppose it will do. We are just selecting furniture."
"Right." Ty Lee grins.
"Right," Azula replies quite coolly.
They do finishing touches and head out the door.
The sun begins to set by the time Azula and Ty Lee have chosen three items for their new home. Ty Lee keeps chewing on her lip and Azula keeps glaring.
"I like just choosing what you like because you have fantastic taste but you're also really picky," Ty Lee says, rubbing her toe on the ground. "I don't think anybody relaly has the style or stuff that you're accustomed to."
Azula takes her time when she watches purple begin to consume the orange of the sky.
"Do you trust me?" Azula asks, eyes alight with her brilliant scheme.
Ty Lee uneasily gives an honest answer. "About a third of the time."
"Good enough," Azula replies. Honestly, she knows Ty Lee is not bright, but she would not expect anyone who knows her so well to trust her more than that often. "We have one last stop."
"But the stores are all closed," Ty Lee squeaks.
"We have one last stop."
Azula smirks and seizes Ty Lee, dragging her through the streets of Caldera.
Night has fallen by the time Azula and Ty Lee climb over obsidian walls into the western courtyard of the royal palace. They both gracefully land, Ty Lee still baffled but loyal, and sneak past the guards. It all is wildly unnecessary but that is what makes it fun.
Azula punches through a window. Ty Lee gasps, horrified, and gently grabs onto her wife's bloody hand.
"I am fine," lies Azula. "It doesn't even hurt."
"You're so brave," Ty Lee says with wide, admiring eyes (which is exactly why Azula lied about how much broken glass in her hand stings).
The girls climb through a window, Azula washes off her bloody hand in a fountain, and then she turns around to face Ty Lee.
"Grab everything you want," she whispers. "And grab something to put it in so we can actually get it all home."
Ty Lee has waited her entire life for this moment.