Princess Azula walked across the palace's court yard, stifling a yawn after coming out of a particularly boring 'after the war' meeting. She really didn't find the rebellions in the colonies to be all that interesting.
A soft giggle could be heard from behind her, and when she turned her head around a pink mass came hurdling towards her. Ty Lee grinned broadly, straddling the princess. The contortionist frowned, however, when she saw that Azula was none too happy.
Azula glared at her, a sort of menacing gleam in her eyes. Ty Lee gulped, afraid that she had greatly angered the princess, and readied herself to jump off of her and run.
Bringing her arms up slightly, Azula flipped Ty Lee over until she was the one straddling the contortionist. She brought her right arm up, almost as if to bend a blue flame into her hand, but instead placed it gingerly on her jaw line.
"I," Azula whispered coolly, "will always dominate." She heatedly pressed her lips to Ty Lee's, standing up before the other girl could comply, casually brushing the nonexistent dirt off of her clothing.
Acting prim and official, the princess turned around and erected her head, a smirk plastered to her face.
This one time, at Band Camp, we had a quick break in between sets twenty-five and twenty-six, and I wrote a Tyzula drabble. Two weeks, twelve hours a day. Day five: Fever, no Band Camp which is how I had the time to type this up.