Note: An eight-part work-in-progress I've been toying with. Will contain future spoilers for the finale. Comments are love.
misadventures of a love story
tell me the story
of how you ended up
here
-hospital
bed, cold war kids
i. prologues before paper
"I hate those stories sometimes, Gran-Gran."
"Someday, when you've learned them all, you'll tell them to your children," the old woman said from behind her sewing.
"Are they all so frustrating?" Katara wondered irritably. The thread was tangling in her fingers. (The digits were hopelessly awkward, having only mastered a simple braid and fumbling up Sokka's complex fishing lines.)
Gran-Gran smiled, secret and knowing, as she reached over and nimbly corrected Katara's crooked stitches.
"Only the love stories."
