Hey Hey! This is my very first oneshot and it's kinda poetry-ish... It was for a challenge! REVIEW!
DISCLAIMER: I don't own ATLA.
Whimsical.
He was whimsical when he came out of that iceberg and kept a cheery attitude, even when he figured out how long he'd been in there.
He was whimsical when he announced he would not train with Pakku just because Pakku wouldn't train me.
He was whimsical when he made me a necklace out of a fishing line because I lost my mother's.
He was whimsical when he found my mother's necklace and gave it to me.
He was whimsical when he took SOKKA'S advice just to get my attention.
He was whimsical when he vowed to take a family across a dangerous pass.
He was whimsical when he enrolled in a Fire Nation school and went back just because it made him feel normal.
He was whimsical when he kissed me right before the invasion on the Day of Black Sun.
He was whimsical when he got shot by Azula's lightning.
He was whimsical when he got so upset about a play.
It was whimsical how even when he was unconscious, I still cared for him so much.
He was whimsical when he struck down Ozai without even killing him.
He was whimsical when he proposed to me on his sixteenth birthday.
He was whimsical at our wedding day, when he dipped me down tango-style and kissed me.
He was whimsical on our honeymoon when he carried me bridal-style into the house.
He loved me from the beginning- even though I was too blind to see it, and now as I sit her on our front porch, rocking our firstborn, I realize who he was and still is. He is Aang, my Aang. He is…
"Everything okay, sweetie?" He asks me, completely ruining my train of thought.
"Yeah, just thinking about all we've been through together." I reply, mentally facepalming at how idiotic and lame that sounded.
"It's crazy, right?" He says, reminiscing and looking down at our child. I nod. He looks in my eyes, tells me he loves me, and leans in for a kiss. I meet him halfway. The moment our lips touch, a shock runs through my body, like I'm being electrocuted internally. Just like the first kiss, and probably just like the last kiss will be. As I lay in bed, next to a snoring Aang, I remember my thoughts from earlier…
Whimsical.