Zutara Week: Familial Desires火火火火火火火火火Princess Katara's P.O.VSpirits, he was sexy. Dark and daring, with a feral presence that seemed to be barely repressed below his exterior. His golden eyes held a darker understanding, harmonizing gracefully with his chiselled and matured face to make him unbearably attractive. His sensual lips seemed to quirk unintentionally as he drew another ragged breath, his face reflecting his body's impatient control. The sudden contort of his face was one etched in my memories, something that went alongside things like knowing the way his eyes glittered when he laughed and the smooth texture of his ashen-gold skin. With the exterior, I knew the interior just as well. I knew the pace in which his heart sped when I grazed a finger softly over his firm hips or how his eyes dimmed when he was angered.I knew him. I knew him all
and I knew the wrongfulness of us being so close too c
mournA sighing cry,Escaping the lips of a child,A ferocious wail,Creates a sound of the wild,A deceiving whimper,An internal battle never to be found,Your last moment,Hurt. Gashed. Profound.