Late in the Game
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dorksidefikerTitle: Late in the Game
Fandom: Avatar: the Last Airbender
Characters: Paku, Kanna
Prompt: 27. Late
Word Count: 223
Rating: PG
Summary: It might be too late to make things right with Kanna.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Link: My Table
Paku ducked into the little hut, inhaling deeply the mouth watering aroma of cooking food. Kanna barely looked up from the stew she was slowly stirring. When he had last seen her, Kanna’s hair had been as dark as a turtleseal’s pelt and her face had been smooth and soft. She had been the most beautiful girl in the whole of the Northern Water Tribe.
She was a beautiful woman now, made more so by the lines time had etched on her face, wearing away the soft curves until all that remained was the real woman.
“Kanna,” he said softly.
“Paku.” Kanna’s voice was chilly as the air outside, cutting him to the bone like a harsh wind. “Sit down. I’m too old to be looking up all the time.”
Paku sank down onto a matt, watching the woman he would have married a lifetime ago, if she had stayed. There was so much he wanted to say to her, so many questions he wanted to ask, that they all got tangled up before they could get past his lips.
“Kanna… I’m sorry.”
Fandom: Avatar: the Last Airbender
Characters: Paku, Kanna
Prompt: 27. Late
Word Count: 223
Rating: PG
Summary: It might be too late to make things right with Kanna.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Link: My Table
Paku ducked into the little hut, inhaling deeply the mouth watering aroma of cooking food. Kanna barely looked up from the stew she was slowly stirring. When he had last seen her, Kanna’s hair had been as dark as a turtleseal’s pelt and her face had been smooth and soft. She had been the most beautiful girl in the whole of the Northern Water Tribe.
She was a beautiful woman now, made more so by the lines time had etched on her face, wearing away the soft curves until all that remained was the real woman.
“Kanna,” he said softly.
“Paku.” Kanna’s voice was chilly as the air outside, cutting him to the bone like a harsh wind. “Sit down. I’m too old to be looking up all the time.”
Paku sank down onto a matt, watching the woman he would have married a lifetime ago, if she had stayed. There was so much he wanted to say to her, so many questions he wanted to ask, that they all got tangled up before they could get past his lips.
“Kanna… I’m sorry.”