This is nothing special, but I uploaded it anyways. Blah. Wrote this while talking to Hina-san, Miaru-san and Ana-san on MSN while playing 'I Never'. Please review.
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Sometimes, he would sit and watch Katara sleep. Her eyelids would flicker when he brushed a string of onyx tress from her face, cheek ascending to meet his hand for a moment before curling back into the warmth of her blankets, her breath animating her chest with the rise and descent of her in taking the novel air surrounding her.
And Aang would recall the events of today with this. He would pull her bedding to meet her chin, painting a smile across his face and reminiscing the moments when she shared with him her thoughts and her determinations and her passions.
Sometimes he caught himself dipping to rest his forehead on her own, feeling her exhalation tepid and alluring against the nape of his neck. Dappled orbs met her tan eyelids, lips veiling snowy rows of pale teeth.
Pink lips. Soft, enticing lips, ajar the slightest, set in a provoking pout…
Being the Avatar lend him many responsibilities cast on sound shoulders throughout reverie and travel, fears and visions looming just beyond his train of thought, ideas that scared him and he kept to himself, hidden from her with a grin and a firm composure.
Sometimes Katara pleads to Sokka in her dreams, pleads to Aang. Aang can only watch with sad eyes and pray for a better tomorrow where he is strong enough to carry the burdens fate commends.
Time passes. Night fades. Seasons change. People change. Feelings change.
But for this moment and the day ahead of them, he is content with watching her tranquil in the midst of her sleep, away from the reality that tomorrow may present.