The Color Of
For #1 - look over here
"Hey Katara, look over here," Aang said gently from his spot across the fire.
He held a small blue blossom up in one hand, and closed an eye as if to sight for aim across the fire and into her left pupil. He frowned.
"What?" Katara asked, eyebrows drawing down as she attempted to puzzle out what exactly was going through his mind.
Rising, he walked around the fire and sat down beside her; close.
He held the flower up against her cheek, just below her eye.
"What?" she asked again, smiling at the look of utter concentration on his young face.
"This flower…" he began, almost proudly. "This flower is…. it's…" He tapered off into a mumble, blushing.
She took the flower from him. His hand was cool.
"What about it?" she asked, twirling it between her fingers and wondering at the color in his cheek.
Aang glanced up at her, still blushing, and said, "It's the same color as your eyes."
Her chest felt too small for an instant – or maybe her heart felt too big – and before she could begin to blush she leaned over and pressed her lips against his slightly dirty travel-stained cheek.
"What was that for?" he asked after a moment's silence.
"Nothing," she said with a smile, and laid down to sleep.
AN: I recognize that the majority of these are going to be major peices of crap (with no story line) and I recognize that you, as an intelligent reader, can also recognize it. Know this: these were written for my own enjoyment. I don't expect much praise, but I do expect good manners. All you little Zutara fangirls can bite me. You're more than welcome to your opinion, but I sure as hell ain't gonna claim it as my own.
Kataang Rulz! Peace out!