#wow... just wow

HOLY CRAP… This man is beyond handsome… LOOK. AT. HIM. 😫

But why does he look exhausted while sleeping, boi i love you but idk I would recommend you a thai massage frfr💆🏻

But anyway, the second panel took. me. out. Kagiura. You are officially the strongest soldiers of us all. Even combined, cause I would have jumped this boy/j.

„Fuck don’t move, but don’t stare, but don’t avoid eye contact, FUCK stay still, but not too still. Istg i’m gonna die help me HELP ME! AHHHHHHHHHHHH“ expression, because this was the moment he knew, he fucked up.

I guess what I'm saying is that Zuko's eyes and Katara's eyes are the only thing in color?

I guess this is a prompt?

World in Gray

The world was devoid of color. 

It was as if the Moon had disappeared from the sky, but its light still came through the veil of volcanic ash in the atmosphere. Everything was gray. From the rooftops to the trees that were just starting to sprout their first blossoms of spring. Even in this world without color, there was still a splash of bright blue and warm gold. 

She had come from the south when she heard about the eruption across the archipelago and how it cooled the seasons, bringing with it sickness. There was some little piece of her that longed to see him, but he had been shut up in the palace. Ash was still in the air. However, winter had lingered much closer to the mid latitudes this year, making volcanic ash mix with the snow that fell on the capitol. The bright reds that his people wore had become muted in the filtered light of the Sun during the day, but at night, it was as if gray had become the official color. 

Even her blues seemed muted. 

Perhaps the world would clear eventually, but for now, they were stuck in this reality of subdued shades of black and white. A place that felt depressing and less hopeful by the moment as she walked through the streets with a scarf covering the lower half of her face. There was only so much she could bring with her. The blue scarf that he had sent her for her birthday a few years ago was no longer the deep blue she loved. 

She was supposed to have landed in the Fire Nation a few days ago, however a storm had caught them out in the Mo Ce Sea, blowing them off course. He would forgive her for her tardiness. After all, he was Zuko. He understood how strange and unforgivable the ocean could be. 

The steps of the palace were covered in dirty snow that was nowhere near the white of the snow at the poles. She wondered how a volcano could cause this much of a shift in the climate within a few weeks. A warning came from the Avatar about a great change in nature that could cause winter to linger a bit more than usual. Already, the ice sheets had grown a considerable amount in both polar regions. 

It was going to be a long year for everyone on the planet. 

Despite that, she insisted on answering his call to her. She asked no questions; only packed the necessities and boarded the nearest ship to the Southern Water Tribe. Now she was there, knocking on the doors of the palace with nothing but the blue of her eyes in a world of gray. 

She was led to the garden where she stood out in the middle of the ash colored snow under the filtered moonlight. 

There he was, standing underneath what she knew to be a cherry tree, but it’s blossoms were indistinguishable from the monochromatic garden around them. He was there looking as regal as he had been since the last time she had seen him. The last time he had touched her softly on the lips and kissed her temple before sending her back home. 

His hair was longer now… almost halfway down his back with half of it up in a topknot. The Firelord’s crown reflects the silver light with a brass sheen. His robes, absent of the broad shoulder pieces that were now out of style, were replaced with what should have been golden dragon embroidery that looked more pewter than gold. He held his arm behind his back, giving off the air of his status as the guard bowed before leaving the two of them alone. 

“Zuko.” She whispered out his name, causing him to turn his head. 

Warm golden eyes that contrasted the gray world around them filled her with a fire that only he could ignite. Irises that held the light of the sun clashed against her bright marine eyes that only grew in intensity. 

“Katara.” He spoke looking at her with a smile on his lips. Suddenly, the world was less black and white, but there was color in the way that the two of them saw each other. 

Katara said nothing as he walked to her, gently removing the scarf from the lower part of her face. His hand on her cheek as his thumb softly ran over her lips. Their eyes, brighter than the moon and sun, stare into each other with longing. 

Her lips were softer than the cherry blossom petals that were slowly turning pink. 

I have to admit this was a pretty damn good prompt that had me going back to 1995.