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Harada-Risa — Zutara Week: Stare
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Published: 2008-07-12 04:27:43 +0000 UTC; Views: 361; Favourites: 3; Downloads: 1
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“Stare”Sometimes I watch you when you’re sleeping
I see you’re having dreams tonight
And I know just by the way you’re breathing.
That I’m a vision in your mind
She was so beautiful. So beautiful that he can’t still believe he’s marring him.
Every night, when he goes to the bed, he likes to wait until she’s on her second dream and stares at her. He likes to see every little detail of her face, especially her nose; she always gives him skimo kisses.
When he finally slept, she was still in his thoughts. He used to dream that they were on a boat, sailing across a big river while the sun made her curly hair shine; she had an umbrella on her hands and was smiling.
He also dreamed his was a medieval knight and she a princess imprisoned by a dragon. She screamed his name waiting for him to kill the beast. She wanted to run to his arms and then melted into an everlasting kiss.
But his weirdest dream was the only one that tends to repeat. He was the Prince of a powerful nation and she the daughter of a South Pole tribe chief. But their love was forbidden, because she travelled with the only one who could save the world and he wanted to capture him to redeem his lost honour.
Every time he woke up of that dream the first thing he did was check if she was by his side. And she always was sleeping like a baby. He thanked to all the goddes that it was just his imagination, because he can’t live without her by his side.
He stared at her before close his eyes again
She was really beautiful.
“Mirada”
Sometimes I watch you when you’re sleeping
I see you’re having dreams tonight
And I know just by the way you’re breathing.
That I’m a vision in your mind
Era tan hermosa. Tanto que no cabía en la cabeza de Zuko que haya aceptado comprometerse con él.
Todas las noches, al irse a dormir, el esperaba que ella entrara en su segundo sueño para sentarse a su lado y contemplarla. Le gustaba observar cada detalle de su rostro, especialmente su respingada nariz, con la que suele darle besos esquimales.
Cuando por fin se iba a dormir seguía con ella, ya que aparecía en cada uno de sus sueños. Soñaba que juntos viajaban en bote por un largo río mientras el sol iluminaba su rizado cabello, ella sostenía una sombrilla y le sonreía.
A veces también soñaba que era un caballero medieval que debía rescatarla de un feroz dragón, ella gritaba su nombre esperando que él blandiera su espada y con ella atravesara a la bestia, para luego correr a sus brazos y fundirse en un beso eterno.
Pero de todos sus sueños, el más extraño era uno que se repetía frecuentemente. En este, él era un Príncipe de la Nación más poderosa y ella la hija del jefe de una tribu en el Polo Sur. Su amor estaba prohibido ya que ella viajaba con la única persona capaz de restaurar el equilibrio en el mundo y él quería capturar a esa persona para recuperar su honor perdido.
Siempre que despertaba de ese sueño lo primero que hacía era comprobar si ella estaba junto a él, la miraba dormir plácidamente y agradecía que todo ocurriera en su imaginación, ya que no podía concebir la idea de no poder estar junto a ella.
Antes de cerrar lo ojos nuevamente la volví a mirar.
Realmente era hermosa.
