This is my firs fanfic about ATLA. And is just a drabble bassed in the Pablo Neruda's poem. I love Pablo Neruda, it's amazin the way he used to write. I prefer the poems in spanish, but even in english they have the beauty... so, is a kataang just after the end of the war, in Ba Sing Se. Hope you like it =)
English is not my firs language, so, if you see a mistake please tell me for better.
In a kiss, you will know everything I cannot say
~Pablo Neruda.
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Suddenly, she was standing in front his face, look at him with love and company. Her blue eyes shining like stars falling to the sky, bring with them all the hope that the world needs after a war.
The hundred-years war finally was over. Embers and destruction was the price for the peace. A wonderful peace who everyone in the Four Nations prayed year by year, month by month, day by day. And now, thanks to the Avatar, have arrived.
Katara knows that. And that's the reason she is so happy beside the Avatar. She never had doubts about his potential. He was amazing, and powerful! The master of all the elements. She always knew he could stop the war. And of course, she was right.
The city of Ba Sing Se was wonderful. But she can't see that. She was standing in front of the boy who gives her all the peace, the power, the brave and the love that she always search, that she always waiting for come through. How she can show at him the happiness, the love?
Without any tough, she blinked and closed him. She saw the bright in his eyes, the peaceful face and the feelings swimming in the pupils. She forgive everything when the lips touched, quickly but lovely.
Closed her eyes, she lost herself in a world of totally news feelings, all turn around him and his hands in her face, his lips over her lips, his love beside her love. And it was perfect.
Of course she was doubts about his, about their future. But in that moment, nothing of that exist. It was just his, just her, and the love they share. An amazing emotion. A wonderful hope of the tomorrow. And a deep love, that burn everything they touched.
She can feel it. How he smile into the kiss for feel her toughs. Her feelings.
Then his hands down of her face and she feels the arm closed him in a hung, give it her the opportunity to feel his body perfectly. And that makes her happiest.
The kiss cannot end. Not for the moment. She felt right. He felt perfect. And everything feels right.
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In nights like this she was in my arms…
~Pablo Neruda.
This is it... If I remember the both phrases are in poems from "20 poems of love and a desperate song" (in spanish "20 poemas de amor y una canción desesperada) =)
Thanks to read! And please review! =D
~TONF