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The lamps flicker above her head, swaying in the soft summer night breeze. Around her, the wooden faces are colorful and wild; no one knows whose eyes are underneath the masks, and no one wants to.

Large hands snake around her waist, and Katara turns around to see him. His mask is a plain blue piece that covers the upper part of his face, its simplicity itself a disguise. On his lips, a smirk she would know anywhere: a strange mix of smug and shy that gives her butterflies.

Here, everyone is hiding and they are free.

She kisses him.