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081. Water

She was angry. He could feel it in his heightened senses, that beneath their feet the ice was cracking.

So Aang went with instinct, bending to her height. "Calm down now. It's not the end of the world. We can fix it together, alright?" He peered into her eyes, and then tweaked her earlobe. "C'mon, where's my happy, smiling, pretty girl?"

She visibly relaxed, smiling sheepishly. Aang kissed her forehead and handed the broken doll to her. "Sorry, Dad," the little girl said, reaching up to be held. Aang complied, hoisting her up on his shoulders.

"It's fine. You are exactly like your mother, you know," he said as they started off, Aang mending the cracked sidewalk with a sweep of his hand. "Now, let's go find her so we can fix your doll and punish your brothers."

082. Heal

Katara winced as his hands closed around her wrists and forced them into the bowl. Beyond her control, the water shone and moved, encasing her hands in a bright blue glow.

Once the feeling subsided, she wrenched her hands away, examining them. Every scratch, cut, and scar had been healed, restoring her palms to flawless skin again. And they would stay that way, for moments before when he had discovered her, he had first taken the knife and melted it to a useless lump of metal in his fist.

She sat there, clenching and stretching her wet fingers. She heard slow shuffling, and he had knelt in front of her.

"Why?" She could not meet his eyes.

"I—I don't know. I felt so empty. I hated it. I thought if I didn't fill it, other things would." A bitter tear trekked across her cheek. "Bloodbending. I can't forget it. Every full moon gives me power, and I'm so empty…" She bit her lip, trying to stop the sob. "I'm empty, and the power can take over. It can take over and I'll hurt everyone. I couldn't let that happen. I needed control."

He took her face in his hands, made her look at him.

"No. You let the pain take over instead."

The tears kept coming, one rolling after the other. "B—but I can't feel. I need to feel something, anything. I'd rather suffer than become a monster." Her clogged throat burned with the words. He pulled her to him, cradling her while she cried.

"You are not a monster. You do not need to suffer." He paused to softly kiss her on the lips. "And if you are empty, I'll fill the emptiness."

They held each other for the rest of the night, healing hearts with unmarred hands.

083. Wound

Hakoda watched the couple. They seemed made for each other, perfect compliments. The man made her laugh, dried her tears. The woman held him up, gave him strength.

He was happy for them, he couldn't deny it. But he prayed to all the Spirits his daughter's love would not end like his.

084. Breathe In

Sometimes, she became so caught up in his touch, his smell, his heat, his embrace, while they kissed that he'd have to pull away and remind her.

085. Burn

She wondered how in the world one smile from him could make her cheeks so hot so quickly.

086. She

Aang felt exhausted, sore, and very cold. Very cold. Why was he so cold? Whatever he was lying on was slippery, cold, and wet. Oh. Snow.

He'd been flying to the South Pole. The storm. He must've washed up on an ice floe or something. He hoped he hadn't disturbed the penguins chattering around him.

Wait. Penguins didn't have voices. They couldn't talk for that matter, either. Or argue. Who was arguing? One voice was high and slightly sour. A teenaged boy. The other was gentle, but strong. A girl.

He opened his eyes and saw a teenaged boy and a girl. Obviously from the Southern Water Tribe.

And the girl was…prettier than her voice. She was leaning over him and she was warm, a welcome contrast to the icy wind. And her eyes were so big and such a lovely blue…

As sore, cold, and tired Aang was, he was quite glad he had woken up.

087. Wait

"So, two years," Katara pondered. "I suppose it's not that long."

"Well, considering it took a century to stop the war, and about a year and a half to have our first real kiss, and then another three and a half years for me to finally get the guts to propose…" Aang grinned. "The two years will go by in a flash. I'll be eighteen and you'll be twenty, and we'll all of sudden be married."

She smiled as if the word itself tickled her lips. "It will be worth the wait then." She leaned against his shoulder. "And just imagine how time will fly in the next few years before the kids start coming…"

088. Ring

"Airbending moves in circles. You have to keep the energy in a continuous flow."

But the sphere of air Aang had been forming for demonstration disbanded when a ring of water suddenly wrapped around him, tying his hands together. "What the—" Then he noticed the band of water had tied him to a very impish-looking Katara.

"Oh," she said, nodding as her arms wrapped around him as well. "I think I have the concept down."

089. Circle

Winter

It was freezing, but what did she care? Aang was always warm.

Spring

He gawked at how amazing Katara looked with just a few blossoms in her hair.

Summer

They lie together in the cool grass, without care or worry.

And Fall

Leaves scattered as they raced through the woods, laughing.

Four seasons

The world was always changing, but Aang remained steadfast at her side.

Four loves

With each passing day, he fell in love with Katara over and over again.

090. Flow

The breeze picked up, and the waves increased, as Aang and Katara danced.