Sight
The first thing she was desperate to see was his eyes.
His eyes would tell everything. That everything he had said and done was sincere and pure. It would be then when she would be able to see him, as the warrior she knew as opposed to the human controller.
Her fingers tightened around his fragile limbs and she blinked rapidly.
The seconds were desperately long. He was motionless, too much like the fragile and weak humans she had known. But he had a strong spirit, a strong heart.
A deep shuddering intake of breath broke her reverie.
Never had she been so grateful for the human invention than now.
He slowly, as though he was a newborn, opened his eyes. His pupils widened with the sudden intake of light.
He was there.
The shape of his eyes were there, and the fierce, fiery determination flickered within. Yet they were kind and soft, far removed from the cold calculation of the scarred man.
Though his eyes were undoubtedly human, she never for a moment considered him to be the crippled and fragile body his spirit was trapped in.
All she saw was his soul. Free, unlimited, filled to the brim with the desire to go further and harder than anyone else before him. It was simply beautiful.
She let her breath escape her, and smiled.
His face filled with that familiar wonder and love.
She loosened her grip, no longer needing to physically grasp at the life she momentarily thought was lost.
He reached up and gently pressed his palm to her face, the physical contact like rain after a long drought, like the roots of a tree digging into the soil. She covered his hand, returning the intimate contact.
"I see you."
Author's Note: I hope you enjoyed this work, and weren't bored by its inherent sappiness. As usual, Avatar does not belong to me but the "King of the World" aka James Cameron.