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Katara didn’t look away from Aang, tears gathering in her eyes. Her lips were moving, but he didn’t understand what she was saying. He reached up to caress her hair, tucking a lock of it behind her ear, and in one fluid motion, he sliced cleanly through it with one of the ice shards still littering the floor. Katara’s hand shot up to her hair automatically, her lips parting in shock. Frantically, she sifted through the hair, which was fading from moonstone dappled silver to deep brown even as she whispered healing chants under her breath. “Why would you do that?” Katara gasped, her voice thick with tears. “I can’t- I can’t heal you anymore.” “You don’t need to.” Aang smiled softly. “You’re safe. You’re free from this place. You don’t need me anymore.” “I do ,” she wept. “How can you ask that of me? You showed me the sun, the trees, the grass, the sea. You showed me the world, and you became mine . I can’t let you go, Aang.” Full of urgency, of desperation, she pulled him close, and he kissed her roughly, his calloused palms enveloping her cheek as he did. She held him even as the kiss grew softer, his breathing slowing every moment. Her tears mixed with his as they slid over skin, painting the world in soft hues of saltwater.  “I don’t regret anything, except maybe cutting off your beautiful hair loopies.” Aang’s voice was raspy now, fading quickly. “I could have seen you just once, seen a glimpse of you while walking by the tower, and my life still would have been one without regrets.” His eyes blinked more slowly now, his pulse fading. 

all at once, everything is different, now that i see you (kataangled) by quillthrills (fanart by the amazing @kataangoogie ) ⋆·˚ ༘ *