An: Golly Gee, it's been a while. Most of my writing as of late has been short and sweet, and really didn't deserve to be posted as it's own story, so I decided it would be best to simply make a little anthology of Avatar drabbles so that I did have an excuse for posting . Anyway, enjoy. Hopefully I'll getting around to writing something longer soon… who knows when though.
Disclaimer: Avatar is not and never will be mine… But I do have a puppy, if that's worth anything.
Fire
Katara let her hands hover just above the candle, teasing the flame to come and burn her. It was cold, her body was numb and lips blue in the small shack, and for the moment, the candle was her only heat source. She didn't mind the licking warmth that spread across her hands, offering her stiff fingers some relief. A gust of wind screamed through the hovel and the candle sputtered dangerously. Katara couldn't help being reminded of Aang, of how the wind had always blown like that when he had been angry, hurt, when he felt betrayed. Did he still wonder why she had disappeared? Did he cry out in the middle of the night and call for her? Was he still angry?
Katara shrank from her thoughts, the darkness outside of the protection of the candle was overwhelming, consuming, threatening to drag her down, down into the swirling depths and drown her in her thoughts. The fire was all she had to hang onto now.
A creak of floorboards, and then arms wrapped around her cold body. The tears she hadn't released had escaped her eyes were wiped away gently from her cheeks, and soft, soothing whispers and kisses where pressed to her ear. Slowly, her body was warmed. Slowly the darkness receded, and she could think clearly. The candle sputtered once more and then went out, but Katara no longer cared. She was warm, she was safe, she was whole, as long as Zuko kept her from the ocean of her thoughts.