Here's theme 2!!
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#2. Love
Katara loved big. Her love overflowed and engulfed all those around her. They knew it too. You simply couldn't resist being pulled in by her love; it was like a magnet. A force you just couldn't pull away from. It was easy for her to love; it came as naturally to her as breathing did. She was good at it. She always had been and probably always would.
She supposed it stemmed from losing her mother so early. Katara taken on her mother's role as nurturer and care-giver to no one's surprise. Sokka pretended not to be dependent on her love and affection, but Katara knew better.
That was one of the things Katara loved about Sokka; he pretended to not need Katara but in reality, they weren't whole without each other. Sure, they fought and argued like siblings would, but they knew in the depths of their souls that they would always be there for each other.
As far as Toph was concerned, Katara had never had a sister she loved Toph in a way that she might love a sister. She loved Toph's booming laugh and her unique ways of seeing things. She loved looking out for Toph; making sure she didn't do anything too reckless or silly, being sure that Toph all of her vegetables, even if she made faces.
Aang was easy to love. He was almost easier to love than Sokka was. His naturally high-spirited nature made him the funniest person to be around. He made her forget that they were in the middle of fighting a war and that one wrong step could spell the end for all of them. Aang, however, really loved her. In the way that Katara still didn't understand yet. He'd kissed her on the day of the invasion and while it was...unexpected, Katara couldn't return the emotion.
Zuko was another matter all together. When he looked at her with those burning gold eyes, she felt all her bones liquefy and she couldn't stop the blush from rising on her cheeks. And there were moments, when he was sitting next to the fire and the light was glinting off his ebony hair and all Katara wanted to do was sit in his lap and run her finger through it. Somehow she knew it would be like silk threads and she had to sit on her hands until the urge passed.
And when he smiled...Katara had to bit the corners of her lips to keep from mirroring his expression. Whenever his hand accidently brushed against hers, Katara pushed back the urge to lace her fingers through his and feel the warmth he could offer. She was always keenly aware of where he was and avoided being in a room alone with him for any length of time.
She had to hold it together for Aang's sake, for Sokka's too. Toph, she suspected, already knew. There was no denying it, Katara thought to herself, she was in love with Zuko.
eeeeehhhhhh...yay! zutaraness!!