masks hanging on the tomb walls | katara/zuko | 438 | pg | his hand is a breadth apart from her and she can feel the heat, she thinks, wonders if he carries a fire in his veins, burning under his skin | originally written for jordan's zombie ficathon | it's not an otp until you toss some zombies in there, after all | title from "hebrews 11:40" by ( Read more... )