Lives on Paper
#45 Letters
This was written for Zutara100 at LJ, no one their has commented on it, so assume they don't like it. But I wanted to add some more drabbles to here, so I added it xP I personally hate this, I actually don't know why I added it.
Tink xx
"Your life planned carefully, but you left out one detail. The hidden hand deals just one round, and winds of change prevail" Jefforson Starship, The Winds of Change
Long after the war was over, long after the battle together the gang split apart, each going back to the countries. Each having to take up their own places, and of course Aang travelled between them all, and of course their paths crossed due to diplomacy. But the water tribe girl who became an ambassador for her nation, and the exiled fire prince turned fire lord kept a secret contact.
In the flames of the final battle, in the heat and the anger, the pain and suffering all around them, these polar opposites found something similar in each others eyes. Love. And in that one heated moment when all else crumbled around them to pave way for a new beginning, they forged a new future of their own. In one simple kiss two lives were changed forever.
They were all their at Zuko's coronation, watched from the seats usually reserved for the most upper class of fire nation society. Katara watched as the man she loved turned into a man she could never have. The fire nation would never accept a fire lady born from the water tribe, and her people could never accept the love between them. They both knew. But the feelings which had be awoken could not fall to slumber again, and a way was devised, a way for them to share their love and secrets.
Letters, each marked with their own noble seel. To the outside world diplomatic agreements, to each other their hearts.
When Katara saw the message Eaglehawk fly towards her tribe it was the greatest feeling. She'd grab the scroll and almost tare it in her rush. She would drink in every word, of his life, of his love. Then on the same night pour out her own soul onto paper and send it back. Never once shedding a tear until her letter was sent.
Her letter would be received just as enthusiastically as his was. He'd hide it amongst the other documents that he 'must read' and spend an entire day mulling over her words. He would let his personal eagle flutter from his arm in the cover of darkness, willing it to find her fast.
And so their lives were lived in secret, on paper. Together.