013. Twisted

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Hot, thick blood pours down in trickles, cascading and smelling rancid. Azula's fingers dribble red.

They smear against Ty Lee's chin, lovingly tapping an erratic, forgetful rhythm. When I am the rightful ruler of the Fire Nation, the fates will smile upon our kingdom. She can practically hear Azula's menacing, high voice. Everyone will fear me, love me. Sobbing and begging voices echo.

Even you.

A delicate, flimsy pressure of lips touches hers, over and over in different spots, when Azula cackles lowly, grazing their bloody-red noses.

I already do, Ty Lee confesses, but never raising her voice aloud, blinking out hot, slow tears.

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ATLA isn't mine. IT'S BEEN LITERAL YEARS SINCE I'VE BEEN BACK IN THIS FANDOM! It's another early femslash OTP in my life I didn't write for before this lmao! If there are any Tazula/Tyzula fans still out there, I hope you had a good time reading my drabble! Any thoughts/comments appreciated!