“omg he would so keep doing that. He’d be on his deathbed and be all “before I die… I must show you something…” and they’ll think it’s some great spiritual wisdom to ease the pain of losing him, but then he’d pull out the marbles.” ~Anne
His breathing comes out hoarser, louder as the hours pass. Aang’s hands keeps steady over hers. He’s strong. He knows what is to come. What is to come to every living soul eventually. And he’s never afraid. A grim-faced Tenzin passes by the room from the hallway and Katara nods to him, silently, expressionless as he softly slides closed the door.
A croak from the cot beside her. “Katara…”
Aang’s wrinkles crease up in what she remembers as one of his quirky smiles— from his youth, the vitality of his years— and a croakier laugh escapes him.
“Will you go penguin sledding with me?”
She returns the smile to him, feeling it inch over her mouth gleefully, not moving to wipe away the few tears spilling down her cheeks.
family photo (◡‿◡✿)
I eagerly await flashbacks of Aang and Katara’s family and the shenanigans therein.
Aang: “We don’t care about THE RULES AND WE ARE NOT ASKING PERMISSION!!!”
Katara: “I AM CALM!!!”
Tenzin: “YOU LEAVE MY MOTHER OUT OF THIS!!!”