In Shades Of Lavender
Her days are painted in shades of lavender.
Lavender as they lay hand in hand in a field of them.
Lavender as Katara tucks one behind her ear.
It is a serene sensation. She watches a spray of butterflies flap up and away from the flowers. The wind as a gentle tug. It flutters the petals of lavender and lulls the blades of grass. It is deeply spring, Azula can smell it in the air. It is her first springtime, with her life back in order and her mind at ease. It is her first spring, she has a chance to truly enjoy. Katara rests her head on Azula’s chest and strokes absently with her finger as Azula rubs her back.
Katara nuzzles her head against Azula and presses a soft kiss to her collar. Azula’s rubbing motions cease and she rests a hand on Katara’s head.
The sun falls on her falls on her face and the wind rushes over her cheeks. She feels well. She feels satisfied. It isn’t the life she had pictured for herself, but it is the life she has grown to enjoy.
Her nights are painted in shades of lavender.
Lavender when Katara sprays on her perfume.
Lavender when Katara sprinkles them into the bathtub.
They often bathe together, Azula wrapping her arms around Katara’s middle and pressing a kiss to the crook of her neck. Lavender springs circle the water and bring a lovely scent to the spa. She lets Katara massage a palmful of lavender shampoo into her hair. The foam runs in rivulets down her back, leaving her feel rather luxurious. She returns the gesture for Katara, taking the opportunity to savor the texture and length of her hair.
The water bubbles and churns around them, candles casting a soft glow. Azula takes Katara by the waist and draws her in closer. Closer until she can feel the woman’s chest against her own. She watches the steam curl around them and float towards the ceiling. Moments like these are growing familiar.
Her world is painted in shades of lavender.
Lavender when Katara unfurls a silky sheet.
Lavender when the dusk falls.
Azula isn’t one for stargazing, but Katara has helped her appreciate a great many things that hadn’t interested her to begin with. This time Katara is the one to hold her, she welcomes a change of pace. She lays with her head on Katara’s chest. The woman’s legs curl around her own as her fingers toy with Azula’s hair.
It takes a while, but finally she can see some of the falling stars that Katara has been so desperate to show her. At each silvery, cascading burst, she finds herself glad all over again that she is free of that institution and straightjackets. And free of most pressure and hatred.
Her senses are coated in lavender when Katara touches a hand to her cheek and whispers that she loves her.