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"Paint"
1.) a substance composed of solid coloring matter suspended in a liquid medium and applied as a protective or decorative coating to various surfaces, or to canvas or other materials in producing a work of art.
"Zuko, hurry up! This is taking wayyy too long."
Zuko growled. "Do you want this to look good or not?" he muttered, still painfully working on the portrait he was attempting to create of his girlfriend.
After another approximately thirty seconds, she spoke again, shattering the soothing calm that had been hanging over them for the short period of time.
"Zuko?"
He closed his eyes to fight off his agitation. "What is it Katara?" he muttered.
She huffed and turned her head away, turning her nose up at him. "Well fine then. If you want to get all huffy about me trying to have a reasonable, adult- like conversation with you… fine."
Zuko stared at her, bewildered. "You have got to be kidding me!"
Katara turned and stared at him. "What?" she asked, but he didn't seem to hear her.
"I put all this time into trying to do something nice for you on our anniversary and here you are whining about it."
"What? Zuko you remembered—"
"You can be so unreasonable at times!" he carried on. He didn't even seem to be looking at her anymore.
Katara smiled and shook her head. She rose from her spot on the rock she was sitting on, overlooking the river in the distance.
"I don't understand why you think you have the right to be bossy all the time!"
Ignoring him and his feminine complaining, she leaned down and picked up the canvas.
The paint was slightly smudged because Zuko threw it down, but it was still obviously Katara.
She stared at it, her heart leaping. He had painted her… he had made a portrait of her…
Tears were in her eyes as she gazed at the painting.
"I don't understand why I don't listen to Sokka. Every time—"
"Zuko!" she yelled to get his attention. He stopped rambling and looked down at her, tears running down her cheeks as she stared at the painting.
He deflated. "You don't like it," he murmured.
"What?" she looked up at him like he was crazy. "I love it! How could you think I wouldn't?"
He looked at her again, golden eyes softening. "Really? You really like it?"
She laughed and threw herself into his arms. "Yes! I love it!"
He chuckled lightly at her embrace and then pulled her lips up to his.
****Zutara fluff!!! YAY!!! :D
We all need our dose of this; it's like the PERFECT pain killer.
R&R!!!!!!
~Moonlit-Silhouette