A Tophang?
Who knew.
Toph never liked to draw pictures.
She could draw them in the dirt-
But, she never really appreciated the beauty of the simplistic art she made.
Until that is, she met Aang. She knew he was bald, and had heard that he had tattoos.
She had a vague idea of his body, and yet she drew him anyways.
Years passed of her travels with him, and everywhere they went, she left little patches of dirt where she had scribbled out the evidence of her obsession. Even after the war had ended and Sokka and Katara had left, she stayed with him.
And at sixteen, he finally realized why Toph drew in the sand and rock.
One night, he took Toph's hand and led her to a soft block of dirt. He took a sharp stone and traced a heart. A heart that had so little effort but so much meaning.
He led the blind girl's fingers to the heart, and let her palms recognize the love he had just silently confessed to her. She reached up and found his face and held it, until he pressed his lips down on hers.
She had never like the pictures she drew, but felt through Aang's embrace that the picture had liked her.
Now on to the Zutara, folks!
(Katara has a conversation with her subconscious)
Aang and Toph are cute. They are made for each other.
Like you and Zuko?
No.
Yes.
I am not cute- I am eighteen. I am lovely; my relationships are elegant and beautiful. Aang and Toph are only sixteen. They are cute.
They have admitted something that is more mature and elegant than you could imagine-love. They know and embrace the fact that they were made for eachother.
So? I like Zuko. He's my friend.
He's your soul mate. I know. I'm your subconscious.
So you want me to admit something? You want me to admit that deep down, I know Zuko and I could be more than just friends? That I want to be his and marry him and be with him forever! That I do love him?
Katara, calm down... You just shouted that last sentence out loud.
I...I did? Oh crap...he's right behind me, isn't he.
Yep.
I hate you.
