Zutara- Time Part IIZutara- Time Part IIMore Like This
Today is her birthday.
If my mother were still alive, today would be her 45th birthday. We would hold a bonfire in the center of the village and people would dance and sing and celebrate.
But my mother isn't still alive.
And we don't live in the South Pole anymore, we are here in the Western Air Temple. And we won't hold a bonfire to celebrate the passing of another year for her.
Instead, I will mourn.
There is no moon tonight, not the tiniest sliver of pale light to help me as I carefully and quietly get out of bed. Tears prick at my eyes as I think about what I must do. The red ribbon that's always tied around my wrist gleams despite the meager lighting. And the razor that is always wrapped up inside of it is cold against my flesh.
Quietly, I sneak into the courtyard.
I couldn't sleep. Something inside of me was thrumming, keeping me awake, even though I didn't know what it was. I j
ZW: FirefliesIt started soon after they arrived in the Fire Nation. He figured it must have been those summer nights that caused it. Her late night escapes from the house they stayed in. at first he thought it was because she wanted to bend the water when no one was around or knew. But there was something else.More Like This
She was at one with her element. Surrounded waist deep in an ocean at her command in a land that was against her. The waves moved as she did, wrapping around her delicate figure. As he watched her more, he noticed something else. A golden light surrounded her. His first thought was fire. Once he walked into the water, he could see it wasn't the case.
Unfortunately, walking into the water also caused her to drop her water to see where the noise was coming from, who was entering on her territory. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to startle you. Please, continue." He appoligized, hoping she would continue.
She didn't. Instead, she started to walk out of the water. That's when he grabed her hand and pu
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Katara blinked as soft, pink light swept across her face, a sunrise slowly emerging from the eastern sky. She turned her head on the pillow. Zuko's dark crop of hair, wildly misshapen from sleep (among other things) tickled her face and she slowly brought her self up on one elbow.
Katara groaned quietly as she remembered a saddening detail that would take her away from her husband this morning. Master Pakku was visiting the Fire Nation, and while here, had agreed to show the Fire Lady a couple of high expertise water bending moves, ones that he himself had invented. And, of course, practice started at dawn.
Carefully, so as not to wake him, but swiftly, Katara lightly pressed her lips to his forehead and climbed out of bed. Quickly she donned her undergarments and began to step into a blue tunic when...
"Who gave you permission to leave my side?" Warm breath
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Usually when someone is bleeding, everyone else in the room wants to know the reason for the bleeding. But when its your own husband who caused the bleeding, youd just wanna sit back and watch the action take place, because frankly when youre nine months pregnant, you just dont want to deal with the crazy fuss of family. So what I did was exactly this, I watched my husband stand from his seat, punch Zuko in the face and then I grabbed his fire flakes that he left besides me and I watched the scene in front of me unfold.
It was a normal day on Kyoshi Island. Everyone was here; and by everyone I mean, Toph, Aang, Katara, Zuko, Iroh, Hakoda, Ursa, etc. Oh, and my husband, Sokka. Everyone was here because of the baby. With a child only days away, they all just had to show up to be here for the baby, no not for me, the
Zutara Week - BloodZutara Week - BloodMore Like This
"Ouch! Damnit! That hurts! Stupid knife, don't even see why I have to help cook anyway..."
Katara rolled her eyes at him, biting back a giggle. This may very well have been her best idea ever. It's not that she still held a grudge against him; he had proven himself long ago. But now, on the aniversery of the end of the War, the old gang had gathered together for a little party, a little celebration. And Firelord Zuko was helping her in the kitchen. Katara grinned as she turned around to help with whatever he had done now.
Zuko glared at her, annoyed by her flippant attitude. In one hand was a kitchen knife, dripping rubies onto the floor. The other had a short, straight slash along his pointer finger. Blood was beginning to pool around the spot, a crimson bubble forming along the skin. "I assume this is not the way you slice sea prunes."
Oh, she could