#fireseye

The first thing Kat feels when she collects herself is a gust of hot air that slaps her in the face. It’s warm, enough to make her loosen her scarf and think about putting up her hair. When she opens her eyes, there are still some black spots in her vision. Traveling with Gade is always tiring. 

The first thing that she sees when she turns around, full of wanderlust and ready to go, is a man on fire.

She screams. All Kat sees is a man surrounded by flames that to lap at his hands, ready to eat away at his flesh. She doesn’t see the unalarmed look on his face, nor the way in which the flames don’t seem to bother his skin at all. Her heart is going ten miles per hour, and all she can think is water, blanket, anything. 

There’s a bucket of water right there, which, if she were a little more levelheaded, should make her at least think twice. But she doesn’t, she picks it up and doesn’t miss a beat, throws the water to soak the man in as controlled a manner as she can. The bucket is quickly discarded, and her hands reach towards him, prepared to carry him off to the nearest body of water if she has to. 

❝  you  don’t  have  to  talk  about  it .  ❞   when  did  he  ever ?     zuko ,  the  almighty ,  the  unwavering .    ALIVE  with  a  fire  he  could  never  understand .     teeth  worry  the  inside  of  his  cheek ,  grant  him  enough  silence  to       ❝  i  get  it .   i  never  had  parents ,  but ...  i  lost  someone  pretty  close .  ❞

THE  FIRE  LORD  &  THE  AVATAR .   a  media  sensation  if  he  had  ever  seen  one .    the  monks  hardly  taught  him  the  avenues  of  romance ,    but  he  was  a  quick  learner .   zuko ,  on  the  other  hand .     he  swings  down  from  the  tree  he  was  waiting  in ,  legs  still  wrapped  around  the  branch .     ❝  zuko  !  anyone  tell  you  you’re  pretty  today ?  ❞

the  days  had  been  long ,  and  sleepless  nights  had  been  longer .    they  were  often  at  one  another’s  sides ,    laughing  ( rarely ) ,  discussing  charity ,   reminiscing ,    existing .       but ,   he  had  yet  to  be  at  the  FIRE  LORD’S  side  in  the  darkest  of  evenings .   practiced  hands  found  both  cheeks ,  one  velvet  soft ,  the  other  coarse .     he  doesn’t  feel  his  own  lips  find  someone  else’s ,  but  he  remembers  pulling  back .       ❝  you’re  gonna  be  okay .  ❞