A/N: Hi everyone, welcome to my very first zutara story and zutara week contribution:) I'm doing this for fun but if you decide to review, then that makes me doing this even better:) Hope you enjoy.
Disclaimer: Don't own it. Zutara would be canon if I did
Theme 1: Mask
Words: 315
Warnings: None
The sky was a burst with colour and sound as the Fire Nation celebrated the second anniversary of the end of Ozai's rule and the War of the Four Nations. Children and parents, lovers and partners, noble men and ladies stood marvelling t the sight; the tribute to the beginning of better days.
Colourful masks, varying in intricacy and size, could not contain the unrestrained emotion visible in grateful eyes.
In the court yard of the fire nation palace, there too stood a group of wonderstruck observers; awe visible in the very fibre of their beings. For this particular group however, the fireworks symbolised something else entirely. For them, the fireworks were tribute to all that they'd lost in the war, more so than for the rest of the world. Mothers, fathers, siblings, friends, innocence, childhood, the fireworks symbolised all that and more for the group of war heroes.
As the seven took in the sight, hands entwined and tears slowly made their silent journeys beneath the concealing masks. And as the display drew to a close and the survivors made their way inside; back to the feast; back to their rebuilt lives, gold eyes met blue and silent communication ensured that they were the only two left bathed in the light of the full moon. Naked and exposed, two kindred souls drew strength from each other, healing the still open wounds on their hearts through a kiss so delicate, so fragile that even the slightest breath could tear it apart.
And later, when the masks had been put away and the fire of passion simmered, twin declarations of love hung in the air light the fragrant Sakura blossoms blowing past the closed window. Gold met Blue once more before Morpheus swept them away; vanishing that final constraining and defining mask of pain, like that tiniest sparks of the biggest firework explosion.
First ever Zutara week contribution and happy with this one. Happy Zutara week everybody:)