🌈 Share something soft/fluffy from your WIP.
Purple, my beloved! Wishing you sunny days and hoping the world is giving you back just as much love as you bring to it. Here is a little snippet from the first draft of my Dadko WIP that I hope you enjoy. 💜💜
Zuko left his car in the driveway again, knowing that there was no way Izumi had made it past nine o’clock and not wanting to disturb her. The keys shook in his hand as he unlocked the front door, and he had to dawdle in the foyer, steeling his nerves and taking a few deep breaths before he ventured in further to confront the Katara of it all.
The house was mostly dark, save for one lamp in the living room. Zuko paused next to the dining room table to drape his suit jacket over a chair and loosen his tie. Noise from the TV drifted over to where he stood, but Katara hadn’t said anything. As he walked down the pair of steps into the living room, he discovered why.
Katara waved to him from the sofa and then pressed a finger to her lips when he opened his mouth to say hello. Izumi was sound asleep, her head in Katara’s lap. And if that alone hadn’t been enough to make his heart skip a beat, the tender way in which she reached down to brush Izumi’s bangs out of her eyes definitely did. Zuko sat heavily down on the coffee table, transfixed.
“Sorry,” Katara said, and the word was barely a whisper. “I would’ve put her to bed, but she just sort of fell asleep on me. She was really hoping to see you when you got home.”
Zuko shook his head. Katara had pulled a throw over Izumi and he reached out to tug the blanket higher, running a thumb over his daughter’s cheek.
“I don’t care,” he said just as quietly, his voice hoarse. “It’s fine.”
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