The Avatar and Her Idiot: Makorra Month Drabblebending
Day#2: red . string . of . f a t e
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She ran into his arms, arms that caught her, solid and warm. Drawn together by the invisible thread that binds. She leapt; they twirled. An embrace of promise, of love unwavering, of a future together.
When did she know they were meant for each other?
When did he know he would lose his mind if he had to be apart from her?
Their lips met, and it felt like home. It felt like two people in perfect understanding, two hearts in perfect match, two souls in perfect harmony.
May the Avatar and her City Boy begin their path to eternity.