Title: Oceans
Characters / Shippings: Aang x Katara
Rating: G
Words: 157
Notes: Prompt 2: metaphor for
64damn_prompts He can't help but think of her. Think of her in prose, think of her in art. She is a sculpture, she is a rhyme, she is the perfect harmony to his ears.
She is poetry in motion.
Wide, endless blue seas would watch him, glance at him. Make him feel as if his entire soul were exposed.
And it thrilled him.
Powerful energy, striking him in waves. Waves of love. Waves of passion. Waves of sheer unrestrained emotion.
And it thrilled him.
She was the tides. Ever moving, ever flowing. He found himself simply floating along for the wonderful, exhilarating ride, never wanting to let go, never wanting it to stop.
And it thrilled him.
But all things come to a stop. There is no such thing as perpetual. The endless oceans close. The tides that used to drive him, take him away, ebb. And the waves fade.
And he is left alone, dreaming of oceans.