(Theme Seventy-Nine) Honeymoon
(As Prompted By) Don't Touch My Walkman
It is their honeymoon.
But the thing about eloping, is that there is not necessarily a planned honeymoon. No one lines up tearfully at the wedding, and there is not exactly much time to make the decision and purchase a luxury hotel room at a volcanic spa.
Azula and Ty Lee, however, do not care at all.
They get married halfway between the Si Wong Desert and the nearest city, at a Fire Nation Colonial style ceremony. Azula insists upon the strict traditions of royalty, but they have to make a variety of very odd substitutes, like cinnamon instead of ground rubies, and cheap candles from a gross corner store instead of the handmade and ancient red candles said to be dipped in dragon's fire.
There was no gold. There were no copious flowers and endless silk and everyone in the entire Fire Nation watching breathlessly. It was so far from the glamorous event it was supposed to be, and Ty Lee was grimacing at her boring red sundress that was nothing like the gem studded gown she dreamt of.
But Azula realized that Ty Lee had never looked so beautiful. And that their wedding was perfect. Even perfect in Azula's eyes, which is nearly impossible.
Ty Lee just really loved watching Azula make the grown male officiant cry in frustration about Azula's demands.
And now they are in the desert, trying to decide what comes next.
"So, I suppose now we are supposed to celebrate this somewhere?" Azula suggests, examining the map resting on her lap. Ty Lee is not even looking at it, the desert heat too much to bear.
Azula cannot help but glance up again and again at the fact that Ty Lee has stripped down to her underwear in the middle of the desert. There is a part of Azula that wants to shout, 'Oh, Agni, Ty Lee, there's a spider-scorpion on you!' and watch her panic, and another that wants to tackle her and make out.
It is odd. Azula acts upon neither impulse.
"It's up to you," Ty Lee says honestly. "Really, princess. It is. Just take me with you."
Azula sighs and examines the map again. "It needs to be perfect. Do you understand me?"
"Whatever you want," Ty Lee says as she wipes the sweat from her forehead.
"You're the one I imagine is constantly planning your wedding. Didn't you have this all figured out?" Azula asks with a derisive curl of her rosy lip.
Ty Lee shrugs.
"I do not care where we go, or what we do. I just want to do it with you."
"So, if I said that I wanted to go on our honeymoon in the middle of this desert, you wouldn't cry and complain?"
"Well, nobody would find us out here." Ty Lee is glowing and Azula both hates and loves it.
"Okay, in an abandoned and horrifying house somewhere in one of the ghost colonies," Azula suggests and Ty Lee giggles.
"I could use it as such an excuse to cuddle up beside you and never let go!"
"Fear and arousal do have the same biological reaction," Azula digresses and Ty Lee giggles again.
"You would know that," Ty Lee says, shaking her head.
"You would too." Azula smirks. "Okay, our honeymoon is at the Ba Sing Se Zoo, and we have to stay in an alleyway of the Lower Ring."
"Um, hiding from the cops is the most fun about marrying a war criminal! And I love animals." Ty Lee grins.
"In a pool of stagnant water."
"Dirty, I guess. Mmm."
"The tundra of the South Pole."
"If we don't share our heat we would die! That ups the stakes."
"Are you fucking with me?" is all Azula can say.
Ty Lee, Ty Lee who has been so particular about their elopement and practically illegal wedding. She actually insisted on buying new dresses and rings, and getting real Fire Sages to do it. Ty Lee, Ty Lee who decided to change the date of the elopement three times because of rain, until Azula carted her off into the desert to get it done.
"No. I'm not. I'm really happy right now," Ty Lee says so wholeheartedly that Azula is speechless. "My dream honeymoon was either skiing in the mountains, or Ember Island. But my dream wedding was very different from the one I settled for."
"Settled? You were impossible." Azula adjusts her thighs due to the fact that they have gone both numb, hot and stabbed with sharp grains of sand.
"I just want to be with you, okay? That's all."
No more needs to be said.
