It was a unspoken fact that hung between the man and woman.
Why speak of death when they were young and it seemed to far away?
After all, it only made sense that they should want to buried separately.
Her body and soul could never be truly at peace in fire nation soil, not when her life sprouted from that tiny village.
A mother was been waiting for her there, her father still had many stories to tell, and she could already imagine the worried lines on her brother's forehead.
She would lie next to them, right by her brother's side in that tiny village.
Which wasn't so tiny anymore she supposed.
As for him, well, that cozy spot under the shade of the tree in Ember Island was where his uncle resided.
He had come annually to leave him his teas, because he would throw a fit if he didn't have them, and stop for small conversation.
But he had left him alone for far too long now, and it was time they drank together again.
He could never leave that man, even if he wanted to.
When the time came amd they were not as young, and death not so far away-- they didn't say anything at all.
She left first for it was getting close to her time.
It was a solidarity decision.
And yet...there was this...melancholy looming in the air.
What did it matter that they weren't together at this point in life?
They had spoken every word, expressed every motion.
There was no more stories to share between these two souls.
But she wanted to be next to him.
Maybe he would hold her hand a second longer.
But the time had come.
So he had a candle set out to sea after his passing.
She the same.
And maybe, if it was meant to be, they would at least meet again briefly.
In the middle of that ocean he crossed to land on her tiny village.
Which, he supposed, wasn't so tiny anymore.
So I'm late for Zutara week, but who's surprised really? - u-;
Well, I'm not so bummed because I decided I really wanted to go fro quality this year, so I will probably be late for all of them.
Although my wave game is slacking e ne I suck at water I swear.
Well, here's day one, melancholy.
I really had stuck to this idea of Katara visiting Zuko at his grave, but I was struck with an idea that I thought was much sadder and really helped define melancholy better.
'A feeling of pensive sadness, typically with no obvious cause.' Seeing as Zuko's death might bring obvious cause, I came upon the idea of people wanting to be buried next to each other, mainly spouses. I guess it all really depends on what your beliefs are, but I think there might a 'mute point' in wanting this. Since you don't get to actually spend time with your partner when you pass, (again this is all on individual basis), still, it's kind of sad not to be buried next to them. Like, I don't know, I think I would like to be buried next to my spouse either way; but Katara and Zuko are from two completely different cultures and families--so there's a great possibility that they won't be buried together at all. And so this is a little story (a terribly sappy, ill-written little thing) about them already knowing this and accepting it, yet still feeling inwardly sad about it. Now the part about their waiting families isn't actually real, they've passed away too, it's more of a metaphorical sense (I just wanted to clear that up in case there was confusion). Now the chances of their candles meeting in the ocean--after intervals of time depending on their time of death--well I'll leave that up to you. = U<