Skin

The main thing that he noticed about her was her skin. Sure, her eyes were the first thing he saw of her, but after looking, he knew that the main difference between them was their skin color. Whenever he had time for reflection, he would look at himself sometimes, and wonder at this difference. He had pale skin, all Airbenders did. He would see his tattoos curl up his limbs, disappearing into his clothes, the symbol of his culture. Then he thought of Katara. She had dark skin. All the people on both Poles did. They were two people, from different races, who loved one another. He was her first glimpse at the outside world, and of a long-dead race; she the first person he saw after a century-long imprisonment. There is a phrase, skin-deep. So many relationships could be described by it. But he and Katara, it was more than that. Their meeting and loving had not been coincidence, but destined. They loved each other enough to pass their differences. It was true love, their love; so much deeper than skin-deep.

A/N: Sorry, but I forgot the A/N on the 1st chapter. Anyways, I've heard of this week, and its prompts, so I decided to do them for practice. Now, I post them because, why not? More for Kataang. Anyways, this is a good deep-thinking way to end the summer! By the way, this whole fic is late, but I assure you that I did write them on time; I post them late now. Please enjoy my take on the prompts.