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This Kataang one-shot takes place in Sozin's Comet, Part 4: Avatar Aang. |
Chapter One-Hundred: Relaxation[]
He can hear their delighted laughter; his heartstrings play a simple harmony as he rubs the sky bison's nose lovingly. Finally. The Gaang is together. The world is saved. Everyone . . . everyone can relax. Far along the horizon, spangled in band of pink and violet, the sun begins to dip into the sky. Everything is perfect.
He pads softly across the balcony to stand by the edge, and he places his hands against the cool stone railing.
Well, almost everything.
He hears footsteps behind him, and he turns to look at her. She wears a dress, a beautiful green dress, one so lovely it makes his heartstrings sing to see it.
And the flower.
The flower in her hair.
She's not the little girl I met in the South Pole, he realizes quietly. She's a young woman now. She's blossomed. She's gone from rosebud . . . to full blossom.
She places her hand, her touch so light, on his shoulder, and draws him into an embrace. His heartstrings play softly.
They play the harmony.
She pulls away, and he glances back at the horizon.
At the sun.
Dropping away.
Beautiful.
As the sun gives way to night.
The night.
Lovely, dark, and deep.
Like her.
Like her.
She turns to face him, and his heartstrings react; they leap to the highest note and quiver there, quivering, quivering, quivering.
A melody now.
They're playing the melody.
He's heard it before.
The melody.
If he closes his eyes, he can still see the glow of the torchlight on her face . . . and as the light transitioned to dark . . . as the day transitions to night . . . they kissed.
The kiss.
Katara . . .
She closes her eyes and leans towards him, and he is aware of how tall he is now. He is nearly her height.
I've changed, too.
I'm not just Aang.
I'm Avatar Aang.
And I love her now.
Now . . . I love her.
He lowers his eyelids, and he feels her warm breath on his lips. Something moist, so soft, like rose petals, brushes against him, and then he can feel the hot wetness of her mouth on his.
His heartstrings.
The melody.
The melody.
The kiss.
It's different.
We're going to be together.
I can feel it.
He feels her hand on his cheeks, on his neck, and then she flings her arms around him, and he leans into the kiss.
The kiss.
The kiss that says things a thousand pictures cannot.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
His arms are around her, a promise.
I will never let you fall.
I will never let you fall.
He pushes against her, deepening the kiss, his heartstrings soaring, but it's not fiery with passion and lust. It's not the needing, wanting kisses of before.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
It's warm, and deep, with love.
Love.
Love.
Notes[]
That's it.
It's over.
A Bird Could Love a Fish - ABCLAF - Alphabet Laugh -
It's finished.
I can't even comment right now. I can't even comment. I'll do it tomorrow.
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