Usually I'll put the a/n at the bottom however since this is the first "moment" of this mini-series I'll place it here. I've never written Zutara before but I just finished Avatar: The Last Airbender and I absolutely loved it! I hope you enjoy this collection of short moments I'm writing for the fire prince and the last waterbender from the South Pole. (: Reviews are always helpful but please no flames. Thanks for reading friends! xoxo.
Disclaimer: I do not own Avatar: The Last Airbender nor any of the characters.
Her heart had always known he was beautiful even when her mind despised him.
Golden irises were bright against the dark tones of deep chestnut hair that fell loosely over them. His skin was a pale olive and his build had only grown more defined with age. Zuko's good heart illuminated his features; his eyes kindled a benevolent flame and his smile a gentle glow. Even with the scar over his left slanted eye, Fire Lord Zuko was easily the most handsome man in the Fire Nation.
Katara had often found herself in the pattern of watching and waiting. First, she'd observe the young fire lord bend his powerful element under the first rays of sunrise, his silhouette unwavering. Then he'd come to breakfast with she and their friends before disappearing from her for the rest of the day. Finally, at sunset, Zuko would concede his duties and return to her for a private dinner. Of course, Katara had her own responsibilities but even amidst her most stressful days the young fire lord never left her mind.
"Katara," His smoky voice shook her from her thoughts. Cerulean eyes met tawny ones. "Are you feeling alright?" She nodded. "You seem absent." Zuko commented though his remark held an undertone of gravity as always.
"I'm alright," Katara insisted, smirking. "You've practically got flames at your fingertips. Lighten up, Koko,"
Bringing his tea to his lips, Zuko replied. "You know I've never been light." He shook his head like he was disappointed though the smile tugging at his lips betrayed him. Katara had a knack for giving him new nicknames, not to say he minded. Her unique perspective highlighted the purity of his heart and every day he worked hard to meet her perspective.
Setting down the warmth of jasmine and ginseng, Zuko leaned back on the heel of his palm and pulled Katara to his lap with the other hand. She followed without resistance; settling her knees over his thighs and curling her fingertips over his chest, she fit her head perfectly at the crook of his neck. Immediately she was surrounded by his immense heat, pulling her closer despite his body's burning temperature. Shifting her gaze upward, Katara gazed into his glimmering irises. His soft smile beamed back at her and his dark waves fell over his eyes once more.
"Why do you look at me like that?"
"Your eyes are like gold." She brushed a tress of dark locks from his left eye, tracing her fingers gently over his scalp. "So beautiful and rare."
"Katara, there are more precious metals," Zuko claimed, tipping his chin to brush her lips. The waterbender smiled, tapping her index finger to his bottom lip and making a teasing "tsk" of disapproval.
"Not to me."