Tsukiyo - appreciating the beauty of the moon, often associated with the transent or fleeting nature of life.
"Be mine. Body, mind, soul. Give yourself to me completely and I will stop the war."
Or, Katara is Zuko's prisoner. Unexpectadly, love flou...
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"I have a surprise for you, wife," Zuko told her when the winter was ending, and she had gotten fat as a hot air balloon.
"Whatever it is, I hope it's not requiring me to walk because I won't," Katara sighed.
Zuko laughed. "You will need to get downstairs for that."
She groaned. "Then I give up."
Zuko came to her. "I'll carry you." And took her in his arms bridal style.
He took her to one of the inner courtyards of the palace. She heard the calming rippling of water before she saw the fountain. It was huge, made of three separate parts and took over the entire space of the courtyard.
Zuko let her down on her feet and she went to the fountain, the sound of water almost deafening after months of silence. she reached out her hand and touched the running water, her fingers enveloped in the cold of it. She smiled and closed her eyes at the sensation. Zuko came closer.
She opened her teary and told him, "Thank you."
"That's not all of the surprise," he said, taking her hand by the wrist. He took off the manacle of this hand, then off the other.
Katar gasped. She looked at Zuko for confirmation and he nodded.
She sheepishly bended the water to her will. It listened, as if it knew exactly what she wanted. Water understood her. she felt more like herself.
"Thank you," she said, meaning it a million times more.
"I hope you like it."
"I love it," Katara smiled.
The fountain forced her to come down every day and night and whenever she wanted to bend even if it was hard for her to move due to her growing pregnant belly. But all was worth it.
