Seven Chakras | By : HyperOne Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > AU/AR - Alternate Universe/Alternate Reality > Het- Male/Female Views: 4863 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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A/N: Another month, another update. Now with Zuko POV and more than two characters, not to mention that sudden intimacy people were looking forward to. No sex. Sorry. That would have been too easy.
“Pleasure”
Katara loves the sunlight on her skin: the warmth of it, the light of it, and most of all the way it makes Zuko – so pale, she had thought he was pale before but now she knows better – light up. She thinks, knowing it's silly and not caring in the slightest, that if they were in the dark she would be able to see by the light in his eyes. They're not in the dark anymore though. Thank Tui. Thank La. Thank the spirits and the gods and Toph, and Sokka who had been waiting for them in the tunnel and who is now looking at them oddly. Katara supposes they do look odd, holding each other and leaning against each other and against the wall of the abandoned farm house that they had emerged from the earth next to, laughing like they were about to die, crying like they were about to live. Her cheeks are wet with tears, as is Zuko's right one. The left side of his face is dry. She realizes that he probably can't cry with that eye.
Katara stops laughing and starts humming, an old Water Tribe song to welcome the sun back after the long winter. She holds up a shaking hand and strokes his scar from his eye to his temple. He closes both his eyes and leans into her touch, making sounds somewhere between chuckles and sobs. He pulls her hand down to his lips and mouths something into her palm.
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“I love you,” he mouths because he's not quite sure, either that his voice will work after eighteen days of near silence or that it's true, though he's desperate to believe the latter, and he thinks it time it will be true, wholly and completely true as nothing in his life has been.
No, that's not right. What his uncle had said to him at the north pole, that had been true. His uncle... His eye had been beginning to dry, but now it was wet again. What would Azula do to Iroh?
“What the fuck!?” That was the water tribe boy. Katara's brother. Zuko's first instinct would once have been to push away from Katara. Now he grabbed her with such sudden intensity that she gasped. Zuko had thought that his weakened body was no longer capable of such strength, that fear and dark and lack of food had stolen it from him, but now he felt a different kind of fear than the fear in the dark, a fear that was fierce and angry and would do anything to keep this girl who had held him warm in the cool steel claws of the dark from being taken away from him.
“Zuko.” She's talking to him. She'd spoken in the earthbender's tunnel, a few words to her brother and her friend, but she hadn't spoken to him since he'd stopped talking a few days ago. “Zuko.”
He leans away from her, just far enough so that he can see her face.
“It's alright,” she says, and he believes her.
“I said 'what the fuck?'”
Zuko feels himself turning slowly red. “We were in a cave,” he says. “For a long time.”
“No duh,” says Katara's brother dryly. “Now why are touching my sister?”
“Give it a rest, Sokka,” says Katara. Sokka. His name is Sokka. Katara pulls away from him gently and stands. He struggles to his feet as well. He's being weak. He can't afford to be weak (around enemies, some part of him whispers: around anyone, he answers, except maybe her.). “You get to know people when you're alone with them for a long time.”
Zuko feels himself turn even redder.
“Sugar Queen is right, Sokka,” said the earthbender. “It's like the four of us.” Zuko feels a pang of something unpleasant and bites his lower lip, almost drawing blood.
“A good point,” Sokka says, tapping his chin. “And the things I could tell you about my boomerang...”
Zuko looks at Katara. She's smiling, bright and warm as the sun. She's home. He's lost.
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