This is my series of Zutara drabbles. I know there may be loads more, but I don't care! I will forever support Zutara, shattering all hopes of Maiko! Oh, and all italics are poetry of my own, please, do not take! I OWN IT.
Disclaimer: I do not own Avatar...sheesh, if I did, do you think Mai and Zuko would even LOOK at each other?? Italics, my poetry...I OWN THAT! You take, I hunt you down...
Reflections
Shadowed reflections, crying inside...for someone they love...
Zuko looked into the river, watching his reflection sway with the current. Strange how such a calm element could have such an effect on him. Just thinking about water made him feel calmer. Or maybe it was a certain water bender...
Shattered reflections, broken deep...for both themselves, and who's secret they keep...
He sat up and ran a hand through his shaggy hair. Why spend all his time staring into her element, when what he really wanted to do was stare into her eyes? A man could drown in those calm depths. "Get a grip, Zuko." he told himself aloud. "She's not your type, you could have anyone else, why do you want her?"
Dead reflections, broken lives...don't want to be touched...
But Zuko does want to be touched. He wants someone to look at for the rest of forever, who's face will never lose its beauty, though time may ravage. He ran his hand over his scar. The waxy flesh would forever set him apart. She was too beautiful for him. With a face like this, who would want him?
Troubled reflections, fragile as glass...
Every time he fought her, he made sure that his blows always missed her, just barely so that she would never suspect...
Yet, he was a prince. Though he was a banished prince, he was still a prince. He could have anyone! He could have...her...