sorry (maybe not super sorry) i stumbled across this in the tags and it inspired a little ~something~
The door to his rooms open, quite unceremoniously he might add, and there she comes in like a summer storm. She’s dressed in something blue, as she always was, with her hair pulled halfway back, pinned into place with a set of pins he had given her only a few months ago. Now that he thinks about it, he can’t recall a time since he's not seen her wear them and his heart flutters. “It’s a letter from Aang!” She’s saying, waving the scroll she’s been holding up for him to see, her smile rosy and glowing. Those big, beautiful eyes of hers are peering his way, head tilted ever so slightly, the rest of her curls falling across a shoulder. “Should I read it?” She’s offering it to him to take, in case he might wish to read it in private, given that the letter was addressed to him.Â
“Read it,” he manages, nodding, wondering how she can still yet do this to him.
She’s reading now, the script on the page familiar to the both of them, recounting the tale of Aang’s latest travels. He’s been in the Earth Kingdom for something like two months now, continually working for his and Zuko’s promise for peace. In the years that have passed since the end of the war, peace certainly had lasted, but it did not always come easy.Â
But the truth was, he’s not really listening to a single thing Aang has to say in that letter. Instead, he’s transfixed by the way her lips curve around each syllable of the words she speaks. Instead, he’s struck by the beauty of her blue eyes, so big and so full of life, his favorite of her many wonderful features. There was a depth to them that he could never put to words, a wish to drown in those depths never far behind. Zuko can, even now, recall every moment he’s stared into those eyes, each one lingering a moment longer than the one that came before. Each of those moments led to one such as this, when she opened his private chamber door without even a knock, knowing she was welcomed in a way nobody else was. They led to the way his hands tangle in her long, dark hair at night, to the way she whispers his name when no one else is around to hear it.Â
“Isn’t that great?” She’s asking now, bringing him out of his own head; panic sets in, just what had they been talking about again? Oh, right, he notices the letter she holds, recognizing Aang’s handwriting at once. “Aang is coming back!” They’ve not seen their friend in so long, of course that’s good news!Â
A sigh escapes her lips, once smiling, now frowning. “Did you even hear a word that I said?” She asks next, taking a step closer, her hands falling to her sides.Â
“Yes! I did… I…” He stumbles, catching sight of her now narrowing blue eyes- certainly a frightening sight.Â
“You did?” She asks and he’s nodding, silently pleading.Â
“Yeah, you said…” He couldn’t tell her a damn thing she’s just said, but she’s so close now he can’t help but to wrap his arms around her. “You said Aang is coming back…” She’s so close that when she laughs, her breath is warm against his skin.Â
“What else…?” She questions, the hand not holding the letter coming round to the back of his neck.Â
“I don’t remember,” he admits, golden eyes meeting blue, and she’s laughing, so soft and so slow.Â
The letter falls from her hands as he kisses her, her other hand coming up to thread through his raven locks. “Read it to me later,” he asks softly when he’s pulled away, once more lost in those beautiful blue eyes. She laughs, nodding, accepting, tightening her grip on his dark hair. “Katara…” He kisses her once more and as her tongue meets his, all feels right in the world, all is as it always was meant to be.
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