This is the first thing I've ever written that has been under two hundred words! An actual double-drabble-sized thing! It's an experiment, so be sure to tell me what you think.
This takes place before the first episode of season three.
They Say Love Is
If she could have seen him, she would have approved of (and, secretly, admired) his new blood-and-fire cloak. She would have thought but never said that it made him look more menacing, more serious, more like the warrior he was.
If she could have seen him, she would have teased him about his wolftail, how he was lucky it looked so much like a Fire Nation topknot and therefore didn't need to be cut off (he would squirm at the thought).
If she could have seen him, she would have laughed at the way he wiggled his eyebrows, darted suspicious glances at the birds and clouds, puffed out his chest with pride whenever they found a new cave.
(She had new clothes, too, new ideas and new rock-hard resolve. She had fears, of what the war would cost her and how soon. She had pride, suspicion, silly dreams).
If she could have seen him, maybe he would have seen her.
As it was, she stood behind him on the ship's deck, his rock-steady lieutenant, useless and unnoticed as he kept watch. She was surrounded by metal, and he by night.
Both of them were blind.