"Limerence": (English/n.) the state of being infatuated with another person.
The moment their eyes locked they knew - the flames within him twisted while the water within her turned. It was a connection, a connection that would lead to love, adventu...
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~ Ying Yue Jiang ~
Zuko didn't seem to clue in to the fact that I was watching him.
A frown painted that handsome face of his, dashing from corner to corner, overturning every single box, cream, and lotion that laid on our dresser and vanity. I could tell he was trying to remain calm, being as quiet as possible as he still thought I was asleep.
But despite his attempt to remain calm, I could see the flickers of fire wander around him, every deep huff of his just emphasizing that he was flustered. I looked at the window, rubbing my eyes tiredly and slightly annoyed. The sun was starting to rise, the air crisp and dewy.
Zuko said I was crazy for saying that he didn't know how to relax, but this was just another example to prove my point. Who in the world wakes up early to go for a morning jog during a vacation? I huffed, sitting upright and pushing the warm blankets off my body.
So entranced with finding whatever he sought after, Zuko didn't even hear my huff or the way I slipped out of bed and put on my robe. He wore casual clothing this morning, and I found myself smiling. How I wish he dressed as relaxed as he did now more often.
It wasn't that I didn't appreciate his royal attire, trust me – he was a snack when he was dressed to the spirits. But it was also lovely seeing him comfy. Not with a tight bun, body-hugging clothing. He was always on his toes – but seeing him like this made me smile.
The way his long locks fell along his shoulders, loose T-shirt and baggy pants...
Without warning, I wrapped my arms around Zuko - humming softly and feeling his warmth along my skin. As much as I enjoyed the heat of Ember Island – I wouldn't trade it for Zuko's natural warmness.
Zuko's breath hitched, hugging my arms and looking over his shoulder with a frown, "I'm sorry, did I wake you, love?"
"Mhmm." I giggled, stuffing my face into his back, feeling the way his muscles shifted as he chuckled. "Sorry, uh, now that you're awake though...have you seen some creams?"
I pulled away, looking at Zuko with confusion. My head tilted, pondering to myself as to what creams Zuko could want. I waltzed over to my vanity - gazing, "What type of creams?"
"Uh...just plain white bottles."
I turned around, noticing how hesitant Zuko was to speak, his voice wary. A small pout formed on my lips, crossing my arms as I looked at him, "Spill Zuko."
"It's nothing, forget it." He grumbled, ready to walk away, but before he could, I grabbed his arm, pulling him close. And it was then I realized – his scar.
