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Who: Zuko & Aang
What: Comfort and confessions.
When: Today morning.
Where: Their bedroom.
Summary: Nori- 'You think we should post it?' Eialune- 'As embarassing as it is, yes XD' Nori- 'XDb!' Diabetic people you might want to skip this one. /o/
Rating: 'S' for 'So fucking sweet' xD (For real? PG I think XD)
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Zuko sighed as he entered back to the room. He had attempted to clear his mind by keeping himself occupied while helping his uncle at the Tea Shop; however, his plan seemed to have backfired. It wasn't his fault he felt so distracted (he hadn’t intended to break all those cups, really), though it did surprised him; this was probably the first time he had felt so worried about someone. It was not like he normally didn't care but--- it had never affected him this much.
It was probably directly related with his feelings, his new discovered ones. As he was laying last night on the bed with the young monk beside him he had a sudden revelation about himself. The most shocking part probably was that he wasn't actually surprised about having developed such emotion. Yes, it made things more complicated but--
He threw his apron to his bed and doubted a little before deciding to walk towards Aang's bed. He smiled a little at him before offering a small greeting. "Hey."
Aang knew that he shouldn't be indulging himself with all this moping. It wasn't like him, and he knew that dwelling on bad feelings only made them worse. But it was finally starting to wear him down. Everything - the war, his people, this place, his destiny, his feelings... and now, his airbending...
He'd already tried and discovered he could still work the other three elements. It was like the Malnosso had known what would hurt him the most and had left the others out of spite. The world just seemed so...heavy. He felt better during the time when Zuko was at his side, and it was that fact which finally convinced him to tell the older boy the whole story, instead of keeping it bottled up. He lay in bed, gathering his courage, waiting until Zuko came back from working in the shop (earlier than he had expected).
When Zuko smiled at him he returned the expression and, though the smile was weak, it was genuine. He sat up, reaching out to take Zuko's hand and pull him towards the bed, encouraging him to sit beside him. "Hey," he replied.
Zuko obliged, sitting beside the younger boy almost as soon as he felt him grabbing his hand, not putting any kind of resistance. It was still strange to get used to it, but somehow his normal defensive stance seemed to banish everytime he was with the other boy. It made him feel vulnerable, yes, but not insecure; it was just difficult to assimilate and accept due to the nature his previous life style.
"How are you feeling?"
Aang ignored Zuko's question, instead reaching out with his other hand to cup Zuko's cheek. He leaned in and kissed him on the lips. It was a gentle, unhurried kiss, full of affection more than passion, and he let it linger for several moments before sitting back. "I lied to you the other day in the woods. When I said that there was nothing else on my mind."
While Zuko wasn't expecting that, it didn't stop him from leaning into it immediately. The gesture made a nice warm feeling washing over his chest. When it ended he didn't say anything, only tilting his head slightly curiously, in a silent way to invite the other boy to continue.
Aang took a deep breath, trying to figure out how to approach the issue. He wasn't nervous, per se - his depression had stripped him of that. But he didn't want to get this wrong, either. "When... when you first told me that you liked me, I was really confused. Happy, but confused. I was happy because... for some reason, I've always really wanted you to like me - even back when we were enemies. And I was confused because I knew that when you said you 'liked' me, you meant... you know, that you like liked me... I even wondered if I looked like a girl. Heh," Aang paused here, looking faintly sheepish before continuing. "And then I was confused. I didn't know that boys could like boys that way. When I found out they could... well, I was less confused, but I still... " >
He turned Zuko's hand over in his, playing with the long fingers that had spent so many years hurling fire at him. "See to me you didn't act like you liked me like that, you acted like you liked me like more than that." He rushed to straighten out that indecipherable sentence, "Like more than just you thought I was cute. But I haven't wanted to say anything because afraid I was wrong. I've been thinking and... I think that isn't fair to you. You should know how I feel. Because I trust you, and- and even if I'm wrong, I know that you like me as a friend and you wouldn't hurt me. So, um, I guess..." He glanced up at Zuko's face, trying to gauge his reaction, "I should just be honest. I love you."
Zuko listened intently as Aang spoke. For a small, terrifying moment a horrible thought had dominated his mind, fearing the worst; but he had managed to wash it away as the younger boy kept talking.
Little by little innumerable feelings started pass quickly before him; filling him for a split second and leaving him just as soon as they appeared. He barely had time to identify them all. In the end it seemed like they have all settled down on the pit of his stomach, making him feeling almost like if he was sick. He vaguely wondered if he would end throwing up.
As Aang finished with his confession, Zuko couldn't quite react on a first instance. His eyes just widened at the revelation, the small soft voice of the other voice echoing on his mind. Then a sudden warmth monopolized his chest. It was so-- overwhelming and indescribable. He was sure he hadn't feel anything like that on his life before. It made his body tremble slightly as if it couldn't contain his emotions; and once he finally regained control over it, he could only assert to do one thing: move forward to hug the other boy while he felt like his emotions overflowed on that simple gesture. He barely realized he had spoke up as well. "I love you too."
Aang wrapped his arms around Zuko, returning the hug almost painfully tightly. He buried his face against Zuko's shoulder and stayed that way, until a gradual dampness began to spread under his cheek and he ducked his head, swiping at his eyes to try to hide the fact that he was crying.
Zuko smiled-- in fact, he had been smiling the whole time, he just hadn’t realized earlier. He had noticed Aang's movements and had an accurate idea of what was happening. He separated a little from the hug; his movements slow as if he was afraid to scare the other boy. He put a hand on Aang's cheek to gently make him look up at him, then he leaned forward and kissed the side right beside his eyes, then the eyelids in a lovingly way; afterward ending pressing their foreheads together and closing his eyes contently.
Aang found himself smiling, even through the tears, and closed his eyes, savoring the intimacy of the moment. For the first time since he found out his bending was gone; he felt lighter than air again, and he was content to bask in the feeling.
What: Comfort and confessions.
When: Today morning.
Where: Their bedroom.
Summary: Nori- 'You think we should post it?' Eialune- 'As embarassing as it is, yes XD' Nori- 'XDb!' Diabetic people you might want to skip this one. /o/
Rating: 'S' for 'So fucking sweet' xD (For real? PG I think XD)
----
Zuko sighed as he entered back to the room. He had attempted to clear his mind by keeping himself occupied while helping his uncle at the Tea Shop; however, his plan seemed to have backfired. It wasn't his fault he felt so distracted (he hadn’t intended to break all those cups, really), though it did surprised him; this was probably the first time he had felt so worried about someone. It was not like he normally didn't care but--- it had never affected him this much.
It was probably directly related with his feelings, his new discovered ones. As he was laying last night on the bed with the young monk beside him he had a sudden revelation about himself. The most shocking part probably was that he wasn't actually surprised about having developed such emotion. Yes, it made things more complicated but--
He threw his apron to his bed and doubted a little before deciding to walk towards Aang's bed. He smiled a little at him before offering a small greeting. "Hey."
Aang knew that he shouldn't be indulging himself with all this moping. It wasn't like him, and he knew that dwelling on bad feelings only made them worse. But it was finally starting to wear him down. Everything - the war, his people, this place, his destiny, his feelings... and now, his airbending...
He'd already tried and discovered he could still work the other three elements. It was like the Malnosso had known what would hurt him the most and had left the others out of spite. The world just seemed so...heavy. He felt better during the time when Zuko was at his side, and it was that fact which finally convinced him to tell the older boy the whole story, instead of keeping it bottled up. He lay in bed, gathering his courage, waiting until Zuko came back from working in the shop (earlier than he had expected).
When Zuko smiled at him he returned the expression and, though the smile was weak, it was genuine. He sat up, reaching out to take Zuko's hand and pull him towards the bed, encouraging him to sit beside him. "Hey," he replied.
Zuko obliged, sitting beside the younger boy almost as soon as he felt him grabbing his hand, not putting any kind of resistance. It was still strange to get used to it, but somehow his normal defensive stance seemed to banish everytime he was with the other boy. It made him feel vulnerable, yes, but not insecure; it was just difficult to assimilate and accept due to the nature his previous life style.
"How are you feeling?"
Aang ignored Zuko's question, instead reaching out with his other hand to cup Zuko's cheek. He leaned in and kissed him on the lips. It was a gentle, unhurried kiss, full of affection more than passion, and he let it linger for several moments before sitting back. "I lied to you the other day in the woods. When I said that there was nothing else on my mind."
While Zuko wasn't expecting that, it didn't stop him from leaning into it immediately. The gesture made a nice warm feeling washing over his chest. When it ended he didn't say anything, only tilting his head slightly curiously, in a silent way to invite the other boy to continue.
Aang took a deep breath, trying to figure out how to approach the issue. He wasn't nervous, per se - his depression had stripped him of that. But he didn't want to get this wrong, either. "When... when you first told me that you liked me, I was really confused. Happy, but confused. I was happy because... for some reason, I've always really wanted you to like me - even back when we were enemies. And I was confused because I knew that when you said you 'liked' me, you meant... you know, that you like liked me... I even wondered if I looked like a girl. Heh," Aang paused here, looking faintly sheepish before continuing. "And then I was confused. I didn't know that boys could like boys that way. When I found out they could... well, I was less confused, but I still... " >
He turned Zuko's hand over in his, playing with the long fingers that had spent so many years hurling fire at him. "See to me you didn't act like you liked me like that, you acted like you liked me like more than that." He rushed to straighten out that indecipherable sentence, "Like more than just you thought I was cute. But I haven't wanted to say anything because afraid I was wrong. I've been thinking and... I think that isn't fair to you. You should know how I feel. Because I trust you, and- and even if I'm wrong, I know that you like me as a friend and you wouldn't hurt me. So, um, I guess..." He glanced up at Zuko's face, trying to gauge his reaction, "I should just be honest. I love you."
Zuko listened intently as Aang spoke. For a small, terrifying moment a horrible thought had dominated his mind, fearing the worst; but he had managed to wash it away as the younger boy kept talking.
Little by little innumerable feelings started pass quickly before him; filling him for a split second and leaving him just as soon as they appeared. He barely had time to identify them all. In the end it seemed like they have all settled down on the pit of his stomach, making him feeling almost like if he was sick. He vaguely wondered if he would end throwing up.
As Aang finished with his confession, Zuko couldn't quite react on a first instance. His eyes just widened at the revelation, the small soft voice of the other voice echoing on his mind. Then a sudden warmth monopolized his chest. It was so-- overwhelming and indescribable. He was sure he hadn't feel anything like that on his life before. It made his body tremble slightly as if it couldn't contain his emotions; and once he finally regained control over it, he could only assert to do one thing: move forward to hug the other boy while he felt like his emotions overflowed on that simple gesture. He barely realized he had spoke up as well. "I love you too."
Aang wrapped his arms around Zuko, returning the hug almost painfully tightly. He buried his face against Zuko's shoulder and stayed that way, until a gradual dampness began to spread under his cheek and he ducked his head, swiping at his eyes to try to hide the fact that he was crying.
Zuko smiled-- in fact, he had been smiling the whole time, he just hadn’t realized earlier. He had noticed Aang's movements and had an accurate idea of what was happening. He separated a little from the hug; his movements slow as if he was afraid to scare the other boy. He put a hand on Aang's cheek to gently make him look up at him, then he leaned forward and kissed the side right beside his eyes, then the eyelids in a lovingly way; afterward ending pressing their foreheads together and closing his eyes contently.
Aang found himself smiling, even through the tears, and closed his eyes, savoring the intimacy of the moment. For the first time since he found out his bending was gone; he felt lighter than air again, and he was content to bask in the feeling.