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Fire&Water (Original link) Author:Phrenic_entropy
“I hate the rain,” he grumbles, pouting, and pulls his legs more securely against his chest, just in case the overhang cannot block all of the pelting water. “I love it!” She declares, as she spins and twirls just past the invisible boundary separating her sopping, puddle-packed world from his own warm, blessedly dry abode. “Then I hate you, too.” He spits, but she only stops long enough to stick her tongue out at him, and then continues to pirouette on the wet grass, and he thinks –for just an instant—that the rain suits her, and that he will only ever enjoy it when it’s dancing with Katara. |
