Zutara, campfire
in the weeks leading up to sozin’s comet, the last two stragglers sitting around the campfire late into the night were always katara and zuko. their silhouetted figures would always be sitting side by side, shoulders close enough to touch if either one swayed one way or the other, and the warm glow of the fire kept them cozy in the chill of the summer evening.
and if these nights were accompanied by laughter, tears, or stolen looks—no one else would ever have known.










