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Title: Dance
Author: Wohitzi
Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender
Claim: Zuko/Katara
Prompt Set: Red
Prompt: 2. Dance Dance Revolution
Type: Fanfiction
Rating: K
Warnings/Spoilers: None. Well, I guess spoilers for 302, but I assume most people have seen that.
Disclaimer: I do not own 'Avatar' or any of its characters.
Summary: As Katara twirled, she noticed a change in her surroundings.
They are dancing.
Katara and Aang twist and twirl in the center of the floor, surrounded by awestruck onlookers. It is a dance only they know, and soon nothing matters but each other and the music.
Katara spins, a wide smile on her face. When she faces her partner again, something is different. No, everything is different.
No longer is she in a cave, but rather a large ballroom, with marble floors and a high, chandelier-covered ceiling. Everyone wears elegant robes and formal gowns, giving the event an air of importance that had not been present before.
Aang has changed, too. In fact, he isn’t even there. Instead of seeing his ever-present smile and blue arrows when she turns back to him, Katara finds herself looking at the scarred face of prince Zuko. As if that isn’t odd enough, he is smiling. At her.
Despite her confusion, she continues dancing. This time it’s different, though - slower than it was with Aang. Katara doesn’t recognize the dance, yet the steps come to her with ease and grace and a sense of familiarity that makes it seem as though she had known the routine her whole life.
Soon, she finds herself completely relaxed and comfortable. Her head rests on Zuko’s shoulder, his strong arms are around her waist, and his warm breath tickles her ear. The whole situation seems perfect.
XxXxXx
For three nights in a row, Katara has this exact dream.
And every morning after, she remembers nothing, feeling only an unusual attachment to the ex-prince.
XxXxX
END
Author: Wohitzi
Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender
Claim: Zuko/Katara
Prompt Set: Red
Prompt: 2. Dance Dance Revolution
Type: Fanfiction
Rating: K
Warnings/Spoilers: None. Well, I guess spoilers for 302, but I assume most people have seen that.
Disclaimer: I do not own 'Avatar' or any of its characters.
Summary: As Katara twirled, she noticed a change in her surroundings.
They are dancing.
Katara and Aang twist and twirl in the center of the floor, surrounded by awestruck onlookers. It is a dance only they know, and soon nothing matters but each other and the music.
Katara spins, a wide smile on her face. When she faces her partner again, something is different. No, everything is different.
No longer is she in a cave, but rather a large ballroom, with marble floors and a high, chandelier-covered ceiling. Everyone wears elegant robes and formal gowns, giving the event an air of importance that had not been present before.
Aang has changed, too. In fact, he isn’t even there. Instead of seeing his ever-present smile and blue arrows when she turns back to him, Katara finds herself looking at the scarred face of prince Zuko. As if that isn’t odd enough, he is smiling. At her.
Despite her confusion, she continues dancing. This time it’s different, though - slower than it was with Aang. Katara doesn’t recognize the dance, yet the steps come to her with ease and grace and a sense of familiarity that makes it seem as though she had known the routine her whole life.
Soon, she finds herself completely relaxed and comfortable. Her head rests on Zuko’s shoulder, his strong arms are around her waist, and his warm breath tickles her ear. The whole situation seems perfect.
XxXxXx
For three nights in a row, Katara has this exact dream.
And every morning after, she remembers nothing, feeling only an unusual attachment to the ex-prince.
XxXxX
END