Katara closed her eyes as each article of clothing fell to the floor, hugging herself bashfully when she was bare. The waterbender knew how horrible she must have looked, but thank the Spirits she wasn’t any worse. Her bruises she knew would heal in a matter of days without her healing powers. She was okay with bruises. But she could see the pained look on Zuko’s face without even looking at him, and that pained her. He mentioned Ty Lee, and getting new clothes, and she nodded meekly in silent agreement. Opening her eyes when she was ready to, having already gripped his arm for balance, she traded his arm for his hand instead, and carefully stepped inside the tub.
Gradually she lowered herself down until she was sitting, and even further down until every inch of her body, save for her head which was leaned against the back edge of the tub, was completely submerged in her bath water. There was some pain at first, her face contorted in brief discomfort, before she relaxed and let go of his hand when she felt sure of herself.
& that’s when the water began to glow.
Zuko knelt beside her, watching in mesmerization as the entire tub of water glowed a sparkling blue. He watched as she revitalized herself, and no matter how many times he saw water’s healing properties, he was still in awe every time. Katara was amazing, and he’d never forget that— he always knew that.
I don’t like walking around this old and empty house
so hold my hand, I’ll walk with you my dear
- Little Talks by Of Monsters And Men
This song always makes me think of these two…
Also this quickie WIP of another request I got/reinterpreted.
I can imagine finding out you’re a firebender may either be the coolest thing ever, or the scariest.
Katara shook her head in defiance, arms draped around his torso, fingers curled up at the small of his back. “You don’t…sweetheart, you don’t. It’s not you — it’s me. And I know how cliche it must sound but it’s true and I’m afraid because I love you. Hurting you is the last thing that I want to do and I just…I have every reason to be sorry. I love you, I love this family, I love Kya, and all I’ve done is endanger us. Why do I feel like I ruin everything?” she sobbed softly into his chest.
Zuko put his arms around her in return, closing his eyes, and sighing. “Katara, please don’t be afraid… I don’t want to make you afraid. The last thing I want to do is make you scared, or upset, I…” he whispered. “Katara, you haven’t ever ruined anything for me— or anyone. I’m the mess up… I always have been,” he muttered, his head leaning in her shoulder. “I love you. I love you so much. I love Kya, and I love this family, too,” mumbled the fire lord. “You make me so happy, and you make me feel loved, Katara… and I don’t know if you know how much that means to me… I’ve never been loved the way you’ve loved me, Katara, and other than my mother, and uncle, no one’s ever actually cared about me the way you do.”
I’ll just leave this here and sneak away so I don’t get stomped by crying fangirls this time… D:
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"Zuko…stop. If you don’t deserve me, then I sure as hell don’t deserve you. I shouldn’t be scared of myself —- I want to make promises to you without fearing that I’ll somehow break them in one way or another. As much as I tell myself not to, I always end up doing the exact opposite. I’m hurting you, I know it. I’m sorry.”
“I’m sorry, Zuko. I’m so sorry.” She choked back on a sob.
”Katara, please don’t be sorry,” he whispered, arms tightening around her waist as she finally came to him. “I’m sorry. You have no reason to be sorry. You’re right though, you don’t deserve me. You deserve so much better, and I can’t be that… It’s not in me, and everyone knows it,” he softly spoke. “Please don’t… don’t cry, Katara… I’m okay. I’m— I’m okay. Don’t worry about it, as long as Kya doesn’t see him anymore, then I guess it’s okay she met him…” he murmured. “Don’t— It’s all my fault that you’re afraid of yourself. I’ve done this to you. I’m so far down, and lost myself, that you’ve gotten dragged down with me. I’m sorry. I made you fear it… you shouldn’t… you shouldn’t be afraid. I don’t want you to be afraid. I want to take away your fears, not add on to them… I… I’ve never been good for you. I just hurt you, don’t I? You’re good for me, but me… all I do is hurt you.”
Erich Maria Remarque, The Night in Lisbon
"But loving you, I have a goal for what’s left of my life."
”I don’t understand,” uttered Zuko, shaking his head. “What do you mean? You… you want something more? Or— Katara, don’t… You have more potential than to dedicate yourself to…”
Katara listened to him, making sure she didn’t miss anything that he said. ”We won’t leave you.” She tried to slowly talk to him for a calm response. “Zuko, it happened, yes, but you can’t hold it against you. You did what you thought you had to. But in that you saved more people.” Katara removed her hand from his face. “Come here.” Her arms went around his waist. ”We won’t leave you.” She pulled him into her. ”Don’t worry about me and Kya, we were there because you wanted us safe.” The tears she held back for so long, silently rolled down her face. “You are here now and that is the most important. We can’t change the past, but we can bend the future into what we want,
to an extent.”
Zuko relaxed in her embrace, his arms wrapping around hers. He felt so futile. He felt like he was hurting her. He felt like he had to stop hurting, for her sake. “I’m sorry,” he muttered. “I know you’re hurting, too,” he spoke, pulling out of her arms to cup her face. “Why don’t you talk to me? I want to make you feel better. As long as I know you’re okay… it— it doesn’t matter if I… I mean, I’ll go on. I can do it, okay? I— I can do this. Just… I don’t want to be so negligent of a husband anymore… I need to be here for you.”
Requested by lostinmymanga