Zutara Week-Electrifying

Zutara Week-Electrifying

Retracing Steps by zstar


She couldn’t shake the feeling that she had been here before. Holding his hand, just like this, while the lightening struck the earth, while they ran their lives, avoiding the constant cycle of death and destruction that always followed them wherever they went.

“This way,” He urged her on, leading her into the nearest shelter, “We’ll hide here!”

Katara pushed those thoughts to the back of her mind, she couldn’t think about the feeling of familiarity right now. Not when Azula was on their trail…  

Zuko led them into a near by cave, letting the darkness surround them, giving them the perfect cover. Azula would never be able to find them there, not even if she had a super sensitive sense of smell.

Although they could not see where they were going, they felt right at home. To them, there was nothing to fear, no monster could come and intrude on their journey through the chasm, which was strange, because in the last dark cave she visited, she felt nothing but panic and fear.

But somehow, being here with Zuko, all her anxieties had vanished.  

“Let’s take a break.” The banished prince breathed, collapsing onto the ground.

Although she felt like giving into her exhaustion, ready to fall right where she was, Katara could do nothing but stare at him and the rising of his chest. The sound of his heartbeat clapping against the walls.

The hard, stone walls that protected them from the outside world. That allowed them to express whatever desire and need that would surge inside them, without feeling remorse. The thoughts of others were cast out, for now. And there was nothing but Zuko and Katara inside this haven.

‘Just the two of us.’ Shu grinned ear to ear, ‘I wish it could be like this all the time.’  

She’d never admit it aloud, but it was nice to have this moment. To be able to spend this time with him, alone, without conflict flooding through the atmosphere.

A few weeks ago, wanting to be with Zuko, alone, was the last thing on her mind. But she was somehow comforted by thought of having the rouge all to herself. No one to butt in or push her away.

Oma wrapped her arms around her lover, squeezing him tight. ‘I wish that we didn’t have to go back home.’  

Without thinking, she walked to him, and placed herself right next to him, resting her head on his shoulder, as if on instinct. The fatigue was setting in.

“What are you doing?” Zuko raised an eyebrow at the water bender curling up by his side.

Despite the shock, judging by the red glow on his cheeks that stood out even in the dark, he didn’t mind the gesture too much.

“Just… making myself feel at home.” And she had never felt more at home in her any of her lifetimes.