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Dreaming of You - ZutaraShe was sitting on a stone pillar by the edge of the temple. Everyone else had gone to sleep.
A cold wind blew past, sending a shiver up her spine and her hair cascading around her face in wispy tendrils that resembled a stream of water.
Suddenly, she felt a hand on her arm. A warm, rough hand.
You're cold. he said gently.
She didn't turn to face him, but simply stared out into the endless canopy of stars overhead, the centrepiece the brightest light of all.
She always felt more alive at night, when the moon was full.
Fireflies hummed past, briefly illuminating his hand, still placed on her arm. His pale, slender fingers seemed to look so right on her darker skin.
His other hand stroked at her cheek, slowly brushing a strand of her hair away from her face. His fingers brushed at her ear and along the nape of her neck.
She felt more shivers, but not from the cold.
Placing her hand over his own, she watched the fireflies dancing in the night, their bright bodies intertwini
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Summary : The War is over. Newly crowned Fire Lord Zuko hosts a great banquet for his allies and friends. But will a batch of Dragon's Breath Rum lead to more than just peace. Short Zutara one-off.
Disclaimer : I do not own Avatar : Last Airbender. If I did, then Zuko and Katara would be married and making babies by now, Toph would be the pint-sized world ruler and Momo would have to wear a little pink bow and tutu. XD
This is just a short little fic that I couldn't get out of my head. Hopefully, it'll keep the creativity coming whilst I work on 'I'll Follow You Home'.
To the new Fire Lord, Iroh boomed happily, raising his glass high into the air Fire Lord Zuko!
A round of cheers rose from the hall, echoing across the stone walls of the palace banquet room. A series of glasses were raised into the air as Zuko stepped down from the podium that seated his new throne, where he had been newly crowned that
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There was complete and total silence. Not a soul on earth seemed to be moving. At least, not to him.
Everywhere he looked, all he could see was the cold metal hull of the ship. A single candle was burning, the source of its light reaching only the centre of the room, leaving the corners in eerie darkness. He felt completely and totally alone.
But that was how he liked it.
His Uncle had not seen to disturb him for almost three hours, after he had screamed his voice raw, intent on being alone, not to be disturbed by anyone, even his own family.
He could see the twin blades hung up against the wall. The metal surface would glisten in the flickering light from the candle, lighting up all of the particles underneath the craftsmanship. For a few minutes, he watched the shadows flicker and dance over the cool metal surface. He wondered just how many battles they had fought and won. Just how many times those swords had helped him. And how many times they had saved
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