I couldn't help myself. 😏 I imagine adult Zuko is better at communicating...sort of.
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I couldn't help myself. 😏 I imagine adult Zuko is better at communicating...sort of.
I haven't drawn fanart or adult (anime) anatomy in 6+ years so please excuse my inconsistency. The movie leaks activated me like a sleeper agent and I've been getting lots of practice lately... lol
“You never wrote to me." “No” he admits simply, before taking a long sip. Why not?” she whispers.
Zuko looks at her for a long, uncomfortable moment. His starlight eyes are endless and blazing. He studies her, his gaze passing over each feature, each plane of her face. She is not sure what he is looking for. The scrutiny burns in a way that is not unpleasant. It is strange, that there should be no shyness: no desire to draw back. Katara takes the opportunity to respond in kind. She drinks in the lines of his handsome face. The roughness of his scar. The curve of his lips. Zuko seems to be contemplating something. Long, agonising moments pass that Katara can hardly bear. Finally, resolve crystallises in Zuko’s eyes. His voice is low and hushed, but firm.
“You know why.” ----- Yup, still drawing fanart for this zutara fic. My heart is deep in the trenches. 🥲 Excerpt is from The Crevasse.
"The way his midnight black hair falls across his forehead, softly ruffled by the wind from the tundra. The striking brilliance of his eyes. His body, draped in blue, blue, blue. A colour he was never meant to wear." Quick fanart of @iamnotthemilkman 's Ao3 fic, The Crevasse because it is *chef's kiss* and I'm still crying, haha.