Like Petals - #1-10
Free
She couldn't help but look for the bargains – that was where they met, her laughing at his expression as he trudged after the older man.
Moving
The first times she saw him move she had been infuriated. Later, it she watched with fascination. Now, it was like watching herself move – like a second body that she knew as well as her own.
Glint
The first thing that alerted them to the Fire Nation's presence was the shine of dark armor in the forest – the second, a shriek of rage and the knowledge that they didn't really need to do anything (after all, the prince was there and their sister and friend wouldn't let him touch a hair on their heads if it killed her, which it wouldn't because it always gave her so much energy).
Mist
It was because the area was shrouded in an impenetrable fog that he knew they were there: It wasn't often that there was a bender strong enough to coat the valley but they should have known he had been over the terrain a million times over and knew well enough that it misted here.
Promise
The very thought of what might happen if he changed his mind was enough to make him reconsider – but it wasn't strong enough, they weren't on the same side, after all, and what was worse than keeping promises to enemies was keeping promises to enemies that would make them far more like friends.
Jasmine
He spun around when he heard the cup shatter in the entrance way but the girl was already gone (but when he searched the sidewalk outside the teahouse there was no water stain around the broken teacup, just an airy perfume that quickly dissipated).
Acceptance
His heart had stopped when she showed him his room (icy blue eyes, so different from the way she looked at everyone else) but he had to admit that now it stopped for a different reason.
Sakura
Zuko had always loved the pale pink petals as they fell, past their peak: now, though, all he could think of was how striking they had looked on her dark hair and how he still couldn't make his memories be reality again.
Follow
She gave a tiny beckon with a twist of the end of her braid around the side of the building and he didn't know why his body kept going forward when his mind called for him to turn down the alley.
A/N: Does A:tLA belong to me? Is the sky hot pink?
So, some drabbles. I think that's what they're called. If anyone can clear that up for me, it'd be great. 3