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Zutara Eternity 13: TwilightShe hated twilight.Zutara Eternity 13: Twilight
The sun and the moon, together – two opposites, two opposite [i]nations[/i], two opposite [i]people[/i], smashed unnaturally together into one stretch of sky. The moon was just visible, pinkened by the rosy light, the sun fading away against her steady, unstoppable rise. For a few moments, the opposites danced, painting the sky with gold and pink and blue and purple, colors that were never together; opposites that [i]shouldn’t[/i] be together. It was something insidiously beautiful, that, in its thousands of hues, its brevity, its unity, had charmed generations. It had inspired art, it had insp
by ~Emmalie-1120
Zutara prompt 1: helloZutara Prompt 1: HelloZutara prompt 1: hello
Her water flowed gracefully, smoothly, as Katara practiced. She wasn’t trying anything new or combative, Zuko could tell; she was concentrating on allowing the water to flow evenly. It looked beautiful, and normally he would watch her as she practiced waterbending… but not today.
The water flowed back into the pond without a splash. Katara turned to face him, her eyes searching his. “Nervous?”
Zuko paused. He considered saying no, but knew that Katara would see through the lie. “A little.”
Katara’s eyes faced downward. “So am I,&
by ~Emmalie-1120
Writing doodleDull murmurs filled the darkness. Rain pounded the windows, thunder rumbled in the distance. The blackness was so complete, so absolute, that Will found it impossible to see his hand in front of his face. Even his Sight did not work; no spells he used could penetrate the gloom; he was as helpless, as powerless as a Normal. The murmurs rose to angry mutters. Though the words were annoyed, they stayed quiet and indistinguishable; it was like the darkness was muffling the people’s complaints. Will made no noise, sitting still and silent on the hard wooden bench underneath him. He stared down at the floor in a futile attempt to sWriting doodle
by ~Emmalie-1120
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What Money Could BuyAndrew stumbled out of his dark alley, clutching his bag of possessions tightly. He shielded his eyes, wondering what in the hell was so bright this late.What Money Could Buy
As his eyes adjusted to the sudden brightness, he saw the source of the unwelcome light.
“It’s New Year’s Eve,” he whispered to himself. He suddenly realized he had been woken up by the chanting, from sixty down to zero for the New Year.
Twenty. Nineteen. Eighteen. Seventeen. Sixteen.
He remembered all the other years he had witnessed this event. The ball had always been so beautiful. Swarovski crystal, on a pole hi
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