I hope this isn't too out of character! Xx I totally went off of the idea I had set out for this story. Anyways, here's a tribute to Katara and Aang in Aang's point of view. Please review!
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The lighting of the fire illuminates the pales of your tan face and the creases in your azure eyes, the asters revealing the affliction that you smile over. Adolescence has not granted me yet this understanding of your pains. I watch you and try to discover what you are thinking of by the rises of your chest in stale breath after breath.
Rise and fall. Rise and fall. The moon tugging on the tide. Rise and fall. In and out.
You sigh. Your eyes shudder. You watch the ambers of the flame flick at your bare feet and descend into the fire in kaleidoscope motions.
The Fire Nation is your enemy, but tonight, the warmth is a comfort. The security that I cannot offer you.
Did I mention of the sunset hues flashing against your onyx locks? The night is shot with ebony and stars, and yet you shine brighter. I have seen beauty, but you with your candlelight reflection… the portraying light…
From across the fire, where I sit, only time separates us. If I were older, stronger, braver, would we be beside one another, with your head against mine, hearts burning the rhythm of the moment into the other's chest… eyes fluttered to a closing… cheeks nearing… your lips, pure and full…
You raise your head and offer me an inquiring look, a sound gaze saying that Sokka is long asleep that that it is getting late, an innocent glance saying that it's only the two of us and questioning how long the fire will last before it too comes to an end.
I pick up my body and move to put out the fire, but instead turned to collapse beside you, and feel as the air surrounding us tense and relax as you adjust to the additional heat of the company gained.
The crescent moon is ablaze, set in the heavens with a possessive orb running its vision across the landscape. You allow your head to fall upon my shoulder, your body laying limp and eyes shut to the blush I paint over my shadowed features.
Tomorrow we will lay behind us this as but a reminiscence, yet tonight I cast myself into sleep as a child, lost in the void of a new emotion.
Infatuation is neoteric to Sokka, to Yue, to you, Katara, perhaps, as I watch you sleep, but to me, this crush is… profound… and… beautiful.
The fire veils us in darkness as rests my trains of thought.
Tomorrow… I will wake up beside you… and that's enough of a reason to anticipate the morn.