i just wanted to watch: a zutara month drabble
day two: sleep
It’s quiet, a far cry from the chaos that this day brought, the day they were supposed the save the world.
It was a child’s dream, really. War was never meant to be a game played with teenagers as knights and a child as the queen, royalty cast as pawns and others not even worth a piece.
Katara brushes the hair away from his soot stained face, traces a gentle finger along the ridges of his ruined face. Her lips turn up in a mockery of a smile; if she thinks of him this way, she can pretend that he’s just asleep.
SOCKS THIS IS YOUR FAULT YOU FRICKING LIFE RUINER