Hollow (Part 1 of 3)
This one's a bit about falling in love, note by note.
The next part is about new love, in a swell of harmony.
The last part is about love surviving, after the notes have faded.
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Snippet:
Sokka, for his part, loved this new solution to his particular problem. Despite her half-hearted protests, Zuko and Sokka quickly dispel her arguments. It’s not out of his way, Zuko insists. Suki and I don’t have to gross you out, Sokka reminds.
Sokka doesn’t notice when Katara stops protesting. Zuko notices when she creates a new playlist called “Some of us have taste.” Katara notices when the playlist is already queued when she gets in the car.
It’s about a month and a half of practice when she slides into the passenger seat, and kicks off her sandals. She finds it surprising at the ease of which she has slipped into this routine-- the three of them practice, Sokka meets up with Suki and they go off together, Zuko and Katara get into his car and make the forty minute drive to her and Sokka’s apartment by the harbors. Zuko’s pulling out of the concert hall’s parking lot, when she looks up from the playlist she’s still curating on his phone, and sees him shuffle slightly in his seat, the leather protesting gently. His eyes are fixated on the road, but the set of his shoulders is rigid.
Something’s off. She can feel it, even if she can’t pin the cause. However, Katara’s not one to miss out on an opportunity to take in the casual line of his shirt, or how it settles against his lean frame. She’s come to the conclusion that the flutter of nervousness at the beginning of their drives is the start of a blossoming crush, but she’s been quick to settle it down. After all, he hadn’t seemed to give her any hints of anything being reciprocal.
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