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"Fantasy"
1.) a mental image, esp. when unreal or fantastic
Zuko remembered the stories his mother used to tell him. About castles and princesses and heroes.
He remembered listening to her words, the way she described the entire scene right down to the frilly lace adorning the sides of the princess's handkerchief. She could make him lose himself in those stories of wonder and promise.
One of the reasons Zuko had always enjoyed listening to fairy tales was because the reader always knew the hero would get his happily ever after. He would get to marry the princess he saved from the dangerous monster he had to face; he would receive all of the glory of defeating said monster, and he would inherit a prosperous kingdom. All of this transpiring in about fifteen minutes.
Zuko wasn't naïve. He understood that none of that fairy tale stuff would happen to him… but he could imagine.
He could imagine that Katara was his princess. He could imagine that she wasn't Aang's and that they weren't together. He could imagine that the kisses the avatar and she stole at midnight before they parted ways were only a figment of his imagination.
He could pretend that it was he who Katara gazed at so lovingly, so tenderly. He could pretend that he was the one who kissed her, the one who evoked her moaning his name.
He could pretend… but he would find, every morning, that it was all a part of fantasy, that it was all pretend. The kisses he shared with her in his dreams would vanish in a cloud of dust right before his eyes. Katara would once again have that loving look in her eyes as she stared at Aang. And Zuko would be left to wonder why he tormented himself like that every night.
The truth was rather simple really.
He just couldn't bear to let her go.
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~Moonlit- Silhouette