Kiss THIS!

zutara drabbles. (Plot, what plot? Have you ever heard of this strange thing they call plot?) A series of drabbles concerning a certain fire prince and water peasant and an authoress' many ways to get them to kiss.

Taken from the sixteen zutara prompts on lj. This is the first one. Expect at least fifteen more. (I plan to finish)

"There are in Beauty, a great many things which are enhanced by being seen only in a half-light." –Ovid

The waterbender wished she had never taken his mask off---maybe then she would have been able to heal the man with a clear coinscience and not feel like she was betraying Aang.

The moon was full, but it was still hard for her to see in the dark forest. All she could really make out was the blue and white mask, something she had seen only once before on a wanted poster, and never in person.

You are the Blue Spirit!

There was no answer—but there was no need for one, either.

Once, she had been afraid of the blue-and-white mask. She thought it was a demon, a spirit, but now she knew better. The blue-and-white mask was only a symbol, a sign, and the mark of a boy who had fallen and was too proud to admit he was wrong.

Help me. The fallen Prince—the Blue Spirit—seemed to echo. He was bleeding profusely despite his unconsciousness.

Strange. Perhaps it was the moonlight, or maybe it was the fact that he was asleep, but the Prince suddenly did not seem like such a villain to Katara. Innocent, even.

Beautiful, perhaps, but that depended on the person.

"Are you—" He was awake, but weak. His one good eye opened slowly, not recognizing the person wiping the blood off his face. "Are you an angel?" He muttered in his delusions, the loss of blood causing him to spout things he probably later on would wish he hadn't of said.

"I can be." She answered, and smiled as she kissed the top of his forehead. She would heal this man—and her coinscience would be clear.

We all need angels sometimes.

XXX

END

Meh, so it's not a real, kiss, but it counts, right?

One line comes from star wars. Virtual points to anyone who knows what it is.