Over the years both developed a particular attachment to autumn, when the last breaths of summer gave way to the birth of winter.
My contribution to this year’s Zutara Week (I’m so sorry I’m late omg). I couldn’t commit to seven days’ worth of prompts, so I merged heartstrings, faded, and seasons into one (that’s not cheating is it).
I was going to write how autumn is a natural occurrence when warmth and cold (aka fire and water) balance out, but my brain is like a tortured tube of toothpaste rn so that’s a no.
Anyway, belated Happy Zutara Week! (next: mebe borra, mebe masami idk)