Zutara Week Day 6: Rhythm

His heart stopped beating.

Hers beat twice as fast, as though it could beat for the both of them. She let the rhythm of her heartbeat pour through her hands, pour through the water that so lovingly devoured the lightening inside his body.

Her own ragged breathing matched the frantic tempo beat out by her heart. Azula’s maniacal laughter cut through the sound, off key as she shrieked in some sort of twisted joy at the death of her brother. But Katara didn’t notice. It was only sound. There was no music. The only real music she could make now was with her hands. If she could bring her reason to live back to life.

And slowly there came another beat. A little stuttery at first, then steadier, faster until it beat frantically, matching pace with her own.

And suddenly he was in front of her, his hands in her hair, the shot of lightening he had taken to save her life already a distant memory, only a scar.

And then his lips were on hers and she stopped breathing. All she could hear now was the steady tattooing rhythm of their hearts, and the music was back.