Kataang Week 2013
Warning: implied major character death
A/N: I'll be posting any Kataang Week prompts here, as well as any other Kataang one-shots I may do in the future. The setup will be almost identical to how Lost Moments is formatted. Thanks for reading, and Happy Kataang Week!
Theme 2: Sleepy
Waking up in her arms is something he'll never grow tired of. Her smile warms his tired limbs, and her bright blue eyes, despite her being a waterbender, have always reminded him of pieces of the sky. They make him think of home.
The first time they'd met, when he'd opened his eyes for the first time in so long, he could have sworn he'd still been dreaming. He'd been pulled from his daze by bright blue, filled to the brim with wonder. It seems like each time he wakes in her arms, her eyes shimmer with unconcealed happiness.
Right now, they're sad. They're sad, and they're tired, but she's trying so hard to smile.
Her hand rests on his chest, and he takes it in his own and presses a kiss to her worn skin which he's grown to know so well. She leans down, rain falling from her skies. He hates it when she cries –especially when he's the cause.
Her hair's begun to turn to snow, each wrinkle on her face is a year they shared. Her hands show the wear and tear of rebuilding a world while raising three children, and his match. She's as beautiful as the day they first met.
Waking up in her arms is something he'll never grow tired of. It was a stroke of luck, that day she and Sokka broke him out of that iceberg; he considers himself ever so fortunate to have had her by his side. And though he's opened his eyes to her lovely pair of blue for fifty-four years, he wants to do it again, and again, and again, and again –he needs a thousand more years with her at least. He wishes it were that easy –that he could simply create a hundred more lifetimes together with the wave of his hand.
"I love you," he tells her.
"I love you, too," she whispers back.
They kiss goodnight.
Maybe fifty-four years is too short a time, but they were certainly the best fifty-four years of his life. Maybe this time he won't wake up to the bright blue sky, but it's an equally beautiful vision to say goodbye to.
And when Aang closes his eyes for the last time, he wouldn't have it any other way.