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For frozen_heat141:
I don't really like it that much, but I'm sure you'll like it!
He paces back and forth in the garden with both of his hands clenched. It's not that he was angry, not at all, Aang was just really nervous. Inside one of his balled fists was a betrothal necklace made of the finest materials he could find. It wasn't exactly the best because the insignia looked a bit sloppy but he knows his beloved well and she would never let something silly like that make any sort of difference. He knows she would love it dearly. Now if only he could muster up enough courage to finally ask her to be his.
Aang's been courting Katara since they were young (He being twelve and she being fourteen) and he's heard her talk about how she's always dreamt of getting married and starting a family of her own someday. His culture didn't believe in marriages because they valued freedom, even of the spouse, but he would do anything for her: all she had to do was say "yes". So it's been couple of years now and they're both very much older. (He being eighteen and she being twenty) He's recited the proposal speech hundreds and thousands of times but when he tried to confront her, he'd swallow his tongue and sweat profusely.
He thinks this has been long, long overdue.
He takes in a deep breath, sighing afterwards, before looking into the mirror. "I shouldn't be so nervous but I can't help it..." he mutters under his breath as he looks at his reflection. "I know I'll make her happy, and I know she'll make me happy too..."
Before he could turn around, though, Katara was standing right behind him. When he felt her palm against his shoulder blade, he turned around and blushed from the embarassment. Had she heard him...?
"Katara! I-I didn't know you were here...!" he says, his face becoming redder and redder by the second.
"I was passing by and I heard you talking to yourself..." she said, removing her hand to push away one of the hair loopies into a neat fit. "I thought something was wrong."
He gulped, "Well..."
She smiled and took his hand with hers. "It's okay," she spoke assuringly. "You can tell me anything, Aang. You know that, right?"
He nodded, placing his other hand on top of hers as he held it. "I know. It's just that I'm really, really nervous..."
She arched a brow "About what...?" and that's when she noticed a strap coming out of his hand. A thin, velvet leather strap and something that was...shining? Her heart began to skip beats faster in rhythm when she realized what it was and what Aang was nervous about. "Oh, Aang..."
He looked down at his hands and noticed that his surprise wasn't a surprise anymore. "Oh!" he removed both of his hands from hers and showed her the necklace. "Yeah, I..."
She admired its beauty. It truly looked beautiful and well designed, except for the insignia looking a bit sloppy. Aang took notice that she noticed it, too, and began to apologize. "I'm sorry it looks sloppy but I really did try my best to make one just as beautiful as...you are..."
She blushed and smiled, gently touching his cheek with her palm in adoration. "You're so kind to me, Aang."
He smiled "It comes natural to me." and then held out the necklace by the ends. "Can I...?"
She nodded, and when she did, he turned to stand behind her. Katara moved her hair out of the way and began removing her mother's betrothal necklace (which she never, usually took off) and afterwards, she felt Aang's delicate touch against the back of her neck and down her shoulders as he was putting it on. When she finally felt the weight of the new betrothal necklace, she turned around and gave him a kiss on the lips.
His eyes begin to close and press their lips against hers, too. "Will you marry me, Katara?" he spoke in a whisper, his breath tickled her cheeks when they pulled away.
She gives him the sweetest smile she's ever had. "I will, Aang."
He smiled, and pressed his lips against her once again. She reciprocated, and took his hands into hers.
"I hope I'll make you happy..." she said.
"I know you will." he said to her after planting a kiss on her forehead. "I can't see our life being any other way."
A silence fell before them before Katara spoke again. He could tell that there was something troubling her and he didn't want to see her feel so. Her mouth opened to speak: "But I have flaws, though! I mean..."
"Don't say that Katara. You're perfect to me." he held her in a tight embrace before giving her another kiss.
"But I'm not that great of a cook!"
He sighs. "Katara..."
"I can't even make clothes or jewelry or anything a woman would know how to."
He placed both of his palms on her cheeks. "Look at me..."
She did so, and then said: "...What if I can't satisfy you?"
He laughed. "We both know you can, and that's not the point. I know you'll make me happy, and I know we'll both try to make each other happy no matter what."
She sighed, "You're right. It's just that...I sometimes don't feel like I deserve you."
"Nonsense," and then he stroked her hair with his other hand. "You're perfect to me, Katara, and that's all that matters."
"Your perfect to me too, Aang."
They both smile and then they kiss once more, enjoying the thought of their lives being spent with each other and no one else in that moment.
I don't really like it that much, but I'm sure you'll like it!
He paces back and forth in the garden with both of his hands clenched. It's not that he was angry, not at all, Aang was just really nervous. Inside one of his balled fists was a betrothal necklace made of the finest materials he could find. It wasn't exactly the best because the insignia looked a bit sloppy but he knows his beloved well and she would never let something silly like that make any sort of difference. He knows she would love it dearly. Now if only he could muster up enough courage to finally ask her to be his.
Aang's been courting Katara since they were young (He being twelve and she being fourteen) and he's heard her talk about how she's always dreamt of getting married and starting a family of her own someday. His culture didn't believe in marriages because they valued freedom, even of the spouse, but he would do anything for her: all she had to do was say "yes". So it's been couple of years now and they're both very much older. (He being eighteen and she being twenty) He's recited the proposal speech hundreds and thousands of times but when he tried to confront her, he'd swallow his tongue and sweat profusely.
He thinks this has been long, long overdue.
He takes in a deep breath, sighing afterwards, before looking into the mirror. "I shouldn't be so nervous but I can't help it..." he mutters under his breath as he looks at his reflection. "I know I'll make her happy, and I know she'll make me happy too..."
Before he could turn around, though, Katara was standing right behind him. When he felt her palm against his shoulder blade, he turned around and blushed from the embarassment. Had she heard him...?
"Katara! I-I didn't know you were here...!" he says, his face becoming redder and redder by the second.
"I was passing by and I heard you talking to yourself..." she said, removing her hand to push away one of the hair loopies into a neat fit. "I thought something was wrong."
He gulped, "Well..."
She smiled and took his hand with hers. "It's okay," she spoke assuringly. "You can tell me anything, Aang. You know that, right?"
He nodded, placing his other hand on top of hers as he held it. "I know. It's just that I'm really, really nervous..."
She arched a brow "About what...?" and that's when she noticed a strap coming out of his hand. A thin, velvet leather strap and something that was...shining? Her heart began to skip beats faster in rhythm when she realized what it was and what Aang was nervous about. "Oh, Aang..."
He looked down at his hands and noticed that his surprise wasn't a surprise anymore. "Oh!" he removed both of his hands from hers and showed her the necklace. "Yeah, I..."
She admired its beauty. It truly looked beautiful and well designed, except for the insignia looking a bit sloppy. Aang took notice that she noticed it, too, and began to apologize. "I'm sorry it looks sloppy but I really did try my best to make one just as beautiful as...you are..."
She blushed and smiled, gently touching his cheek with her palm in adoration. "You're so kind to me, Aang."
He smiled "It comes natural to me." and then held out the necklace by the ends. "Can I...?"
She nodded, and when she did, he turned to stand behind her. Katara moved her hair out of the way and began removing her mother's betrothal necklace (which she never, usually took off) and afterwards, she felt Aang's delicate touch against the back of her neck and down her shoulders as he was putting it on. When she finally felt the weight of the new betrothal necklace, she turned around and gave him a kiss on the lips.
His eyes begin to close and press their lips against hers, too. "Will you marry me, Katara?" he spoke in a whisper, his breath tickled her cheeks when they pulled away.
She gives him the sweetest smile she's ever had. "I will, Aang."
He smiled, and pressed his lips against her once again. She reciprocated, and took his hands into hers.
"I hope I'll make you happy..." she said.
"I know you will." he said to her after planting a kiss on her forehead. "I can't see our life being any other way."
A silence fell before them before Katara spoke again. He could tell that there was something troubling her and he didn't want to see her feel so. Her mouth opened to speak: "But I have flaws, though! I mean..."
"Don't say that Katara. You're perfect to me." he held her in a tight embrace before giving her another kiss.
"But I'm not that great of a cook!"
He sighs. "Katara..."
"I can't even make clothes or jewelry or anything a woman would know how to."
He placed both of his palms on her cheeks. "Look at me..."
She did so, and then said: "...What if I can't satisfy you?"
He laughed. "We both know you can, and that's not the point. I know you'll make me happy, and I know we'll both try to make each other happy no matter what."
She sighed, "You're right. It's just that...I sometimes don't feel like I deserve you."
"Nonsense," and then he stroked her hair with his other hand. "You're perfect to me, Katara, and that's all that matters."
"Your perfect to me too, Aang."
They both smile and then they kiss once more, enjoying the thought of their lives being spent with each other and no one else in that moment.