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When the Day Met the Night
She was nothing like the pale moon that resided in her care. She was more like the oceans that she commanded, pushed and pulled by the very moon that gave her such power. Her blue eyes were the stars, shining bright enough to light the sky. As she stretched her hands across the great expanse of air between them, pulling the velvet night sky away, he wondered if they were as warm and soft as they looked from afar.
He was like the sun and he wasn't. He held all the fiery power and golden light in his eyes, blazing out from behind his clouded lids, but he carried the light that the moon reflected on his skin. He was pale, almost translucent in the daylight that climbed ambitiously over the horizon to begin another day. And as she dove behind the ocean she wondered if his hands would burn like the fire they put in the sun.
They meet for the first time, face to face, when, for scant minutes, her shadow brings temporary night to the day. She had expected him to chase her from his daylight domain, but instead he just bows at the waist and invites her to briefly rest from her long journey across the dome of the sky. He doesn't expect her to sweep her long skirts out around her and settle on the ground by his feet. Her hands are just as warm and soft as he imagined when she grabs his wrist and pulls him down with her. They sit together, the heat of his shoulder pressing into hers. Finally she stands. She has to move on. She bends before she goes, pressing her lips against the sunburst scar at stretches across his cheek.
The next time her shadow crosses him he doesn't hesitate with formalities. He can still feel the soft heat of her lips against his cheek from months ago. He reaches out, pulling her out of the sky with both hands. His arms, strong from holding up the sun, are tight around her waist. The moment their bodies are pressed together she tilts her head up and her starry eyes are so bright he almost has to close his. She doesn't hesitate either, when she closes the distance between their lips. Her mouth is soft and cool like the night, smooth and silky like the ocean, moving against his lips with a burning passion that contradicts everything she is. But he doesn't protest. He clutches her tighter, fingers working their way to the fastenings of her dress, pulling at them haphazardly while she digs her fingers into the hard muscles on his back.
The shadow of the moon is black and opaque, haloed by the sun, shining brighter than ever before. When the moon's shadow finally pulls away, the counterfeit night rolls back like a curtain and the full light of the sun rains down on the earth, warming everything it can reach with its distance fires.
So, there you have it. Just a short drabblely thing. Zutara because honestly, they are adorbs (i will go down with this ship), and I was listening to Panic at the Disco. I wanted to put lyrics from "When the Day Met the Night" in here, but that's not allowed, so...
The story is also on my Tumblr: www dot babbleface dot tumblr dot com, if you were interested in checking it out with lyrics added. If i knew how to do a tagged page for just writing i would...but i have no clue how to use the internet properly.