Ugh, what a hard topic. I had to write a fanfiction concerning 'delicacy', and though it doesn't really suit Aang and Katara at all, here you have it. 'Us' and 'we' are referring to Sokka and Aang. This is written Aang's point of view. Please review.
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The sun.
If you get too close to it you'll burn, but from a distance you are granted permission to marvel at its beauty.
The moon is more reserved of its fair features and veils itself in an onyx heaven shot with starlight, where no one may outshine it in all of its snowflake-bleached glory.
You are more subtle with your attire. Your toned figure is obscured by beryl coating, fluent curves modestly covered, but nonetheless still there. You lend me your eyes, and that is all.
You seem capable, but under that passion and sound exterior I know that your composure falters. You're still a member of the female race, and contain a girl's desires and a delicate streak behind those azure orbs.
I want to protect it.
Perhaps, deep inside of you tucked neatly into the folds beyond your train of thought, there is a wish for a prince to whisk you off of your feet. Perhaps you dream of everything we cannot provide you, so it's excused as a reverie and forgotten.
All I know is that though you travel with us, and though you hide it, you still carry a fragile heart.
And I do not want to be the one to shatter it.