We'll Meet In The Middle Of The River
The worst name for a colletion of drabbles ever!! Mwahahaha (Pocahontas refrences FTW!)
Okay so seen as I failed at trying to do an actual Zutara story I decided to just to a drabble dump as it is. I've got loads of drabbles for them. I have always love Zutara, but recently I have discovered Fandomme and Rashaka, and anyone who likes Zutara know how much of a EPIC WIN these two are. So these drabbles are dedicated to them (and all Zutara shippers), I'm sorry their not to good, but I'm trying! Some of these may be from Zutara100 at LJ, if they are I'll tell you the theme too (of course) please enjoy!
For some reason screwed up some of my chapters so I had to delte the story and start again, .
Tink xx
"My Only Love Sprung From My Only Hate!"-Juliet in William Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet.
Where his hand had touched her wrist burned. She wrapped cool water around it and nothing happened, no glowing or tingling signalling healing, no relief, nothing. She hardened the water into an ice cuff, nothing. Just the compression of it against her skin, no respite from heat that now pooled there. Stupid Zuko.
"What's up Sugar Queen?"
"Nothing" she replied, discretely hiding her ice enclosed wrist behind her back, for no reason.
"I can tell your lying you know. You upset 'cos you nearly poisoned everyone?"
"No." The earth benders eyebrows rose.
"You upset 'cos Sparky was the one to stop you?"
"No."
"You upset 'cos now everyone thinks you tried to poison Prince charming?"
"They do?!"
"No." And with that the blind girl walked away with a knowing smirk.
Katara fumed quietly. Stupid Toph.
Thankfully the heat had died by the time she curled herself into bed. Unfortunately that was much earlier than normal, in an effort to avoid everyone, and one person in particular. With her eyes closed and her conscious mind at rest she thought of the man she was trying to forget. However in this dream he wasn't tying her to a tree, or burning all the things precious to her, but he was defiantly setting her ablaze. His lips were as warm as his hand had been, and his eyes smouldered with a different intensity, and a inferno raged inside her.
They were stood in the middle of the river, the full moon high. It would have been so easy to just fight him off, kill him with bloodbending, or push an icicle through his heart, like she had so many times before. But he touched her cheek, pulled her closer, whispered words and continued to kiss her. Surrounded by her element, she felt so safe. But she had a feeling that had more to do with the strong arms around her. He pulled back again, "I love you Zuko." Her dream self and her real self whispered, before she sharply jolted up in bed. Stupid Katara!
(I am planning to do a Zuko P.O.V of this)