So I drew my Zutara sims. <_<
Katara drew back with a little start, shocked to see a thin trail of bright, transparent liquid stream down Zuko’s face. He lifted his hand, as though to touch her cheek, but he hesitated. He trembled. Her heart nearly broke at the sight of him looking so fragile and scared.
“Zuko?” Her voice was soft. Questioning. “Zuko, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?”
The scarred prince swallowed, as though frightened to talk. His hand was still held up, still trembling with a quiet fear.
“Beautiful,” he finally managed to choke out, and another thin trail of tears streamed down his cheeks. “You’re beautiful.”
MAKE OF THIS WHAT YOU WILL. C: