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Character(s): pyromatics & watertides
Location: Zuko's dorm room
Rating: Uh. PG13!
Open/Closed/Finished: Closed/Finished
Summary: After this; Zuko pushed himself too far with swimming and using it as a part of his physical therapy. He nearly drowned, the doofus, but Katara saved him. He takes to his room to rest and passes out with the kittens all around him; Katara drops by to check on him and the kittens (of course) and it goes from there...
Two hours had to have passed since Zuko had left the pool. His brush with death had come as a surprise and yet not. What had come as a surprise was his savior had ended up being Katara. Of all people. Not only had she helped him throughout his recovery but she had also rescued him and saved his skin in the near-drowning because of how stupid he'd been to think he could push himself to do all those laps in one sitting.
How could he have just openly admitted he trusted her like that? Without hesitation! What was wrong with him..?
Two hours had passed since he'd taken to laying out on his bed (the first thing he'd done as soon as he'd returned to his room) and not once had he moved from his position; laying on his back with a leg bent out somewhat at the knee at his side and the other stretched out, an arm draped over his eyes. Zuko slept with his lips parted, his breathing heavy and even. All those laps had tired him out.
Pocket had somehow managed to wriggle his way into one of Zuko's sweats' pockets while the other five were curled up around him. The 'Katara' kitten lay curled on his stomach with Zuko's hand cupping its bottom, while Boots was curled at the side of his shoulder in the crook of his lifted arm. The other two lay near the edge and curled in close against his side, the heat coming off his body enough to keep them warmed while they slept.
It hadn't occurred to him that he'd forgotten to lock his door before passing out. Oh well.
Location: Zuko's dorm room
Rating: Uh. PG13!
Open/Closed/Finished: Closed/Finished
Summary: After this; Zuko pushed himself too far with swimming and using it as a part of his physical therapy. He nearly drowned, the doofus, but Katara saved him. He takes to his room to rest and passes out with the kittens all around him; Katara drops by to check on him and the kittens (of course) and it goes from there...
Two hours had to have passed since Zuko had left the pool. His brush with death had come as a surprise and yet not. What had come as a surprise was his savior had ended up being Katara. Of all people. Not only had she helped him throughout his recovery but she had also rescued him and saved his skin in the near-drowning because of how stupid he'd been to think he could push himself to do all those laps in one sitting.
How could he have just openly admitted he trusted her like that? Without hesitation! What was wrong with him..?
Two hours had passed since he'd taken to laying out on his bed (the first thing he'd done as soon as he'd returned to his room) and not once had he moved from his position; laying on his back with a leg bent out somewhat at the knee at his side and the other stretched out, an arm draped over his eyes. Zuko slept with his lips parted, his breathing heavy and even. All those laps had tired him out.
Pocket had somehow managed to wriggle his way into one of Zuko's sweats' pockets while the other five were curled up around him. The 'Katara' kitten lay curled on his stomach with Zuko's hand cupping its bottom, while Boots was curled at the side of his shoulder in the crook of his lifted arm. The other two lay near the edge and curled in close against his side, the heat coming off his body enough to keep them warmed while they slept.
It hadn't occurred to him that he'd forgotten to lock his door before passing out. Oh well.