So here are the next for drabbles in my drabble series I hope you like!

---kakaka---

Fire

They said that they didn't have fire, that they were a deep friendship and nothing more. Both of knew differently, though. It might not have been an all-out blazing inferno, but it was there and it was obvious if they bothered to look hard enough.

Their fire was low and steady, quietly burning in their hearts, prevalent only during the small, intimate moments the two benders spent with one another. It would become known in the pink fog that caressed the young monk's cheeks whenever he was around her or in the glint in the eyes of the waterbender every time she glanced his way.

And the best time to catch the flames was when the two sneaked an innocent kiss, and for one moment their sparks flared, sizzling inside of them and warming their insides.

Then they would pull away, the fire dieing down just a little bit, but never completely.

Spirit

He was an airbender all right, and it showed in whatever he did. Whether it was playing during those rare times when they had an hour or two of freedom or if he was fighting off his enemies, it remained there, never wavering.

She remembered the first time he started training earthbending, how his earthbending teacher bullied him and seemingly did her best to break his confidence with the excuse of making him "think like an earthbender."

And she remembers seeing how a little bit of assurance (from her, no less) put it all back together again.

So he was an airbender and his spirit mirrored it: you might be able to break it apart but eventually it'd just come back together again.

Dark

There was only one time when she was truly afraid of the dark. In the literal sense, she loved the dark and it loved her-something that was natural for a waterbender like her. No, the only time she was afraid of the dark was when she was lost, in the hopeless sense of negativity and not knowing where she stood.

That was one of those times. There she was, somehow captured by Azula and her cronies, the Princess of Fire a few feet away from her.

"How do you like it that at this moment, your dear Avatar being tortured."

She didn't let her face show any emotion, but her cool façade disappeared when she heard Aang screamed. A hot, itchy tear made its way down her face and onto her lips, tasting of salt and failure.

"Don't worry about me!" she heard him scream before she blacked out. Darkness…

Photo

She would carry the crumbled sheet of paper in her fist, clutching on it as if it was her last lifeline. Never looking at it of course, because of the memories it brought her-the bad ones at least. Whenever she would glance down at the yellowed scrap, the edges worn and the colors faded, she would have to fight back tears that would make their way to the surface.

Never again would she see the sunny smile that lit up her world so many years ago. She would never hear his laughter or see those stormy gray eyes that held onto so many different secrets. If she'd allow herself to, she'd still be able to feel his loving embrace during those times when she couldn't go on.

But it hurt too much.

Katara sat up in bed, gasping and sweating so much that her sheets were damp. She looked around the campsite, absentmindedly eyeing the young airbender across from her. She looked down beside her, examining the photo someone must have set beside her. It was obviously newly made, because the tiny grains of charcoal were still present and she could still smell the newness of the paper.

And she cried from her nightmare.