Written in zutara100.
Fandom:
Avatar: The Last Airbender
Title:
Whisper
Pairings:
Zutara, Unrequited Kataang
Rating:
PG-13, I suppose, for small implications.
Warnings:
Aangst, implications of sex.
Prompt:
#60. Guilt
Word
Count:
181
Summary:
He can still hear her.
"It's late."
Katara almost faltered, but regained what was left of her composure and replied as evenly as she could, "I lost track of time." Aang nodded, his face blank and his eyes latching onto the flames as Katara quickly went on her way.
Like the preceding nights, she did not offer any further explanation; her imagination was running dry and frankly, she no longer saw the point in telling lies that offered no credibility. She did not look back at him as she opened her sleeping bag and slid beneath the welcoming covers, as she could not do so the previous night or the many nights before that. As she had every night since her first meeting with the Fire Nation Prince (a meeting that started and ended with blood and sweat, but both for entirely different purposes), she dared not look Aang in the eyes, for fear of what he would see in them.
And every night, his name fell from her sleeping lips in the softest of whispers. Aang desperately tried every time, but could never completely pretend that he couldn't hear.