+A Sunny Disposition+
Azula wakes with the desire to drown the world in ocean-blue flames.
The grim rain has not stopped pouring from the sky since last night and the darkness consumes her bedroom. She sits up and gets out of bed, looking for her clothes to get dressed. She always trains in the morning; it is one of the few things that truly makes her happy.
It takes all of three minutes for her to accidentally slam her finger in the dresser drawer and promptly burn a dusty, empty bookshelf to ashes. Ty Lee sits up, startled and scared and smelling smoke.
"Go back to sleep. It's nothing. This house is just a horrible place and one of these days I am going to burn this entire city to the ground," snarls Azula through her teeth.
She walks downstairs and does not expect Ty Lee to follow her.
"It's the rain, isn't it?" asks Ty Lee and Azula cocks an eyebrow.
"I have no idea what that is supposed to mean. What does the rain have to do with this horrible and pointless life I inexplicably live. Not only have my dreams been crushed, but there's really not point to anything since everyone dies in the end. Everyone dies alone in the end too, for that matter," Azula rants, glowering at her wife.
"The rain matters a lot because, you see and stuff, princess," says Ty Lee, "the weather kinda decides your mood for you."
The two wives then stand in temporary utter silence in their beautiful home that Azula hates today, beneath windows bathing them in grim grey light. A thunderstorm rolled into the Fire Nation from the tumultuous seas, and Azula—as Ty Lee would predict—is in a terrifyingly dreadful mood.
Azula lividly and defiantly screams, "No! My mood decides the weather! How dare the weather presume to control me?"
"That—that's not true. Right? I don't think that's true. It's just when it's sunny you're happy and fine and when it's not sunny you're terrifying in the not good way." Ty Lee smiles as brightly as she can in hopes it will soften the blow.
Azula scowls. Ty Lee's heart beats at the speed of lightning. A bolt of lightning. She certainly hopes the fact that she is mostly happily married to Azula means she will never be the subject of a lightning strike. That is what her mother warned her about.
Disgruntled, Azula viciously snarls, "I think it is absurd that you would even suggest that. I am angry for completely valid reasons."
"Oh. Okay. So, what are the reasons?" Ty Lee smiles in faux innocence.
"Good ones!" Azula glares daggers, eyes on fire. "Why would I tell you?"
"Because I'm your extremely sexy wife, of course." Ty Lee bats her thick eyelashes.
"That does not matter to me. Were you not listening when I reminded you that everyone dies alone?" Azula says, throwing her arms up in exasperation.
"Yeah, but if you've had a nice life dying isn't so bad."
"Dying would be a gift at this point in my life," snarls Azula.
"Okay, yeah, but, alternatively, you could wait for a few decades and die side by side with me."
"That sounds horrible. Why would I want to die side by side with someone who does not know when to shut up and listen to the princess who conquered Ba Sing Se."
"Well, I love that princess with all of my heart and that makes my life worth something and worth waking up every morning."
They stand in silence again. Azula grinds her teeth.
"I pity you," she snaps, and walks out the door into the rain without a single garment to protect her beautiful clothes.
Ty Lee sighs and stares out the window. Azula does not go far before she leans against a wall and stares forward blankly. The rain drenches her and her ivory skin shimmers in the dim light. She looks furious, and Ty Lee does not exactly know what to do about that, but she follows Azula outside anyway.
"Maybe it will be sunny later. Then you'll feel better," Ty Lee suggests, futilely holding her hand over her head to keep the rain off of her.
"I do not subscribe to this weather theory," Azula snarls, crossing her arms. "The weather does not control my moods. No one controls Princess Azula, especially not you. If I hate rain, it's because rain is terrible and darkness is terrible and everything is terrible."
"Rain can be fun," Ty Lee attempts.
"We're not children. I don't care what is fun or not. Fun is pointless," Azula snaps, still clearly livid.
"Yeah but kissing is way better in the rain."
They stand in silence yet again. It has become less electrically charged.
"Prove it," Azula demands.
Ty Lee leans forward and presses her lips against Azula's.
Their hearts thunder as lightning flashes in the grey skies above.
That afternoon, the weather clears, the clouds part and the blue skies shimmer with the brilliant brightness of the vibrant orange sun above. Azula lies on a stone bench in the backyard, basking in the sunlight. Ty Lee steps outside carrying two cups of tea.
"Look, I suppose I can be generous and kind and magnificent and admit I was being childish earlier. While I absolutely do not want to die side by side with you, I suppose things can matter even though we all die."
They are in silence as Ty Lee sets down a cup of tea beside Azula.
"I love sunshine. It makes you so much less scary."
"This has nothing to do with the weather!" Azula exclaims and Ty Lee recoils.
"Of course. Of course not, princess," lies Ty Lee. "Everyone cheers up after total mental breakdowns. That's just y'know how stuff works!"
"Exactly." Azula closes her eyes.
Ty Lee walks back inside, into the shade.
She only wishes she could make Azula stable at all times, but, to her complete dismay, the weather always gets in the way.