RACEDEMON: переводы

→In this moment, Katara saw someone different before her. Gone was the boy who loved penguin sledding and riding elephant koi. Gone was the precious friend who had given her hope that the world may yet be free of the war terrorizing it. No more was he the long-awaited Avatar that the Fire Nation had fought tooth and nail to capture and destroy. At this moment, he was none of those things, and yet he still was all of them. At this moment, he was just Aang, the man she loved.

→Their lips connected and, as though by bellows, the fiery warmth grew. They parted briefly, then hazily reconnected. Aang reached up one hand to brush Katara's cheek with his fingertips.

→They loosened their grip to look at one another. Love brimmed like water in their eyes, and somewhere, far deeper, an even wind kindled their inner fire to a brighter, rosier glow.

→"No, Katara…" he replied. "You are."

→"That was beautiful…!" she breathed against his ear.

→Katara rushed over to him, taking him in her arms as though afraid he'd collapse from his effort. Aang seemed to melt against her, then wrapped his arms around her tightly.

→"I don't think I'll be able to do that one again for awhile without practice." Aang replied, regaining his breath.

→"Aang…" Katara breathed.

→He exhaled sharply, firebending an orange glow behind the heart-shaped globule he'd bent. Aang couldn't see her face, but he heard her audibly gasp in awe at the display. Out of breath, he stopped bending, and the aquatic heart rained down between them.

→This is going to be a little tricky…

→Aang looked up at the water globule above them that he'd been bending while distracting Katara with the tentacle fight. Sucking in a deep breath, he hoped this trick would work.

→"What?" she blinked.

→Aang set up the Octopus stance, gathering a myriad of water tentacles around himself. Katara was quicker to strike, but Aang was equally as quick on the defense. He held her 'attacks' at bay with one arm while the other seemed to be bending something different. Blocking several lashes, Aang shot one tentacle out to catch her hand, stopping her bending. He locked eyes with her, and his cheeks tinted pink.

→Her answer was another deluge and her own sprig of mirthful laughter. From there, it became less and less about cleaning Appa and more and more about soaking one another. He sent a wave at her; she'd return fire. He'd send a blob her way; she'd turn it back on him so that he was the one taking all the water. Soon, Appa found himself moving out of the way as the pair continued to splash and tease one another.

→"Hey!" He called to her, laughing. "That's cheating! We're supposed to be washing Appa!"

→Aang giggled, unashamed. Katara was quick to return the deluge in like kind.

→"Hey!" came her surprised squeal.

→Suddenly feeling a bit mischievous, Aang pushed the next globule of water more over to Katara's side and released it, sending a good portion of the water all over her.

→Katara bent a large globule of water over Appa and rained it down on him. The beast replied with a soft contented rumble. Aang then bent the next one and 'scrubbed' the bison a bit. The process went back and forth between Aang and Katara, gradually cleaning away all of the excess fur.

→Something about her smile was different. Aang couldn't put his finger on it, but there was something in her eyes. Something familiar. Where had he seen it before?