So Sublime
Zuko sighed, resting his cheek in his palm as his eyes followed her movements. She weaved the water around her with graceful hands, her arms moved as if they were water themselves.
Her bending was so beautiful, like dancing. It was delicate, tranquil, elegant.
Absolutely sublime.
Just like her.
He did this almost every night, silently admiring her from his balcony as she practiced her bending in the garden below. He just wanted to watch her from afar.
Maybe one day he'd have the courage to join her.