LISTEN TO MAGIC BY THE POLICE WHILE READING THIS-PLEASE; )
Disclaimer: neither the song nor the show currently resides within my possession.
20th brief look at this wide world and so I have decided to indulge myself with finally writing a scene this song conjured in my head a while ago with two characters I feel balance each other nicely.
I am a firm believer in balance and opposites and the need for everything to have two different but necessary sides, light and dark, yin and yang.
A thousand Rainy Days
Two figures walk side by side through the lush palace gardens as dusk cast its faint blush on the slowly closing flowers. They were becoming a familiar sight. A striking contrast, pale and dark, stoic and vibrant, red and blue, day and night, sun and moon. Opposites but completely balanced.
She would speak endlessly of all the events and people that the day had brought her way. He would listen attentively storing all the useful information he could glean. The rhythm was rarely broken only for a sly comment that would cause her to stumble over her words and him to smirk satisfied. Then the rhythm would return as always.
She would half walk, half skip twirling the painted umbrella or fan or whatever instrument she possessed in her hands, creating constant movement. She was always surrounded by an aura of energy.
He would walk in a fluid steady gait, hands neatly folded beneath the flowing silk sleeves. He was always surrounded by an air of peace.
Somehow they fit together nicely, their steps echoing each other. She would then link arms with him and tiredly lean against him slightly as the night chased the last drop of red from the sky. He would oblige her and support her heavy head with his solid shoulder.
And so on this evening in this manner he led her in the direction of the palace, stopping by the pond on the way. Curiously she looked up at him. Unusually he had been fiddling with something during the walk and now he seemed deep in thought. Finally he decided and just as he parted his lips to speak droplets of cool clear rain began to fall. She laughed as he frowned at the sky and held the umbrella up to block the rain which began to fall in thick sheets.
"What where you going to ask" she questioned as he took the umbrella from her hands and held it over both their heads.
He smiled wryly looking her in the eye and then turning away to stare at the pond "It can wait for a sunny day I think".
"Hey, what can wait? Tell me" she pouted childishly.
"Tomorrow" he pushed her forward so as to keep her under the span of the umbrella as he walked on towards the palace.
"You are insufferable"
"Very"
The smug smile and the fact he knew something important and wasn't telling her were getting on her nerves. So she got back at him the best way she knew how, using the rain water she drew it forward and spun it around in her hand to make a shimmering sphere. Just as they reached the doors she threw it at him and ran into the hall perfectly dry and happy.
He however was sufficiently drenched, dripping on the marble floor while she ran giggling away down the hall.
He slipped a dark wooden box from his soaked sleeve and checked the velvet band and carved stone cushioned within and smiled. If he is to ask then he would rather not do it surrounded by her element, just in case.
He walked down the hall the drip of water off his robe echoing on the tiled floor and making him laugh,
It's a big enough umbrella but it's always me that ends up getting wet.
AN: hope you liked it.
O and can any one tell me the name of Sokka's master please, I need the spelling for a drabble, thank you.