silvercherries

From the beginning: Zuko closed his eyes and leant into Katara's hand, she smiled. "What do we do now?" She studied his face and shook her head. "What do you mean?" Zuko sighed. "What happens when your father wants an answer? How are you going to tell him that you're not going to marry anyone unless you want to marry them?" Katara frowned and pulled her hand away, Zuko's leaned forward to follow it and his eyes snapped open. "I'll deal with Dad when I have to. Before that I just want to forget about him and pretend that I live my life how I want to." She balled her hands into fists. "I hated being back at the Water Tribe, it wasn't ho

The Rain Fell Nabooru pressed her forehead to the stone wall to try and block out the incessant pattering of rain droplets that constantly drummed in her ears.  Once, what felt like centuries ago, she would have taken comfort from this sound. Once upon a time, the noise had been music to her.  Now, it was only a constant reminder of her failure. It had been raining for months now.  Months.   It was still difficult for her mind to wrap around the thought of it raining without end for that long.  She was a creature of the desert, used to the blistering rays of the sun and the unforgiving wind.  Rain had been a blessing in her culture, a sign