Here are four drabbles I wrote for the Kataang War Room (both the first and second one) at Distant Horizons. You guys know who you are.

---kakaka---

Smell

She smelled of the water, if water had a smell. Once he had buried his head into her head, the soft chocolate tendrils tickling his face. They had the crisp smell of fresh-fallen snow, the muggy, wet scent of raindrops, and the saltiness of the ocean. He inhaled deeply, the fragrances mingling and intertwining with each other, making something that was uniquely Katara.

"Aang, what are you doing?" she asked him, curious as to why the preteen insisted on leaning against her.

All he could do was smile.

Middles

They were in the middle of their mission: they had gone through so much already and still had a ways to go. Done were the days when they were figuring it all out- each other's personalities, Aang's duties as the Avatar, and the moral importance of various events. They still had much ahead of them, though- the final battle between Aang and Fire Lord Ozai, mastering earth bending, and uncovering mysteries.

Aang lied down beside Katara, holding her hand and enjoying the sunset before them. The day was pretty much over, but camp had yet to be set up. There was no rush to, either. It had been a slow day for once, with some training and no sign of the crazy Fire Princess with only a few more things to get done.

And they were perfectly content being in the middle.

Birthday

It was her birthday, the fifteenth one of her life. She was surprisingly calm, her brown face lit up with a never-fading smile, going about her daily chores. Aang, however, was giddy with excitement, contemplating over what to get his sweetheart. He walked through the busy market, browsing at the several different stalls but never finding anything worthwhile.

Finally he gave up, a little more than upset that he didn't buy anything for her. While walking back to their campsite, a bright patch of color caught his eyes. Stepping backwards, he came upon a few flowers. He picked a few, deciding that it was better than nothing.

The boy found her, handing them over shyly. She gasped and kissed his cheek in a thank you, commenting on how beautiful they were.

"Happy Birthday, Katara" he whispered.

Star

She took his hand and pointed it at the stars, connecting each one to another to form a picture.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm showing you the pictures."

He glanced at her for a moment before turning back to the velvety sky.

"Of stars?"

"Yes."

With her own hand, she traced another constellation, one of a young girl.

"They tell us stories."

"They do?"

She nodded and traced another, this one of a young boy.

"What's this one about?"

She blushed and squeezed his hand.

"Love."