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250 word drabble: Snuff the Candle
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avatar_500 prompt #38, Road.
Summary: Ty Lee fears the change more than she fears facing him.
Author's note: This is part of that mirrorverse I've been playing with in the commentfic memes, with eldritch abomination Aang. If you want to read it, click on the "meme" tag and all of the parts are conveniently linked in the body of the commentfic meme entries. There are also four drabbles, Fight and Flight, Stay his Hand, Spirals Within Spirals, and Wake
Snuff the Candle
Ty Lee's great grandmother hadn't been there the day they fought the Avatar, the day they sealed him in the ice for a hundred years. They thought it would be forever. They hoped it would be forever, but nothing was ever forever.
She hadn't been there the day the peaceful monks and nuns had torn each other apart under the Avatar's power, even after they locked him in ice. She hadn't been there, but when the survivors crawled home with their stories, she had listened with her hand clamped over her mouth. And she had passed the stories on.
It felt like Ty Lee had been following Azula her whole life, like Azula had always been there with her thousands of sharp edges and unexpected affections. It felt like Ty Lee had always stood beside Mai, who never let her lie to herself, who never even considered mixing her up with someone else. They had chased the Avatar and his followers for a day and a night once without rest, and the exhaustion still tugged at her memory. The chase went on and on, and they kept getting close, and each time they did, she felt the darkness closing in.
If they ended tearing each other apart, like the monks and nuns on the ice, leaving bloody scraps of bone on the ground for the rest of the world to find, Ty Lee didn't want to know. She crushed down the bitterness and hatred she felt just watching her friends.
avatar_500 prompt #38, Road.Summary: Ty Lee fears the change more than she fears facing him.
Author's note: This is part of that mirrorverse I've been playing with in the commentfic memes, with eldritch abomination Aang. If you want to read it, click on the "meme" tag and all of the parts are conveniently linked in the body of the commentfic meme entries. There are also four drabbles, Fight and Flight, Stay his Hand, Spirals Within Spirals, and Wake
Snuff the Candle
Ty Lee's great grandmother hadn't been there the day they fought the Avatar, the day they sealed him in the ice for a hundred years. They thought it would be forever. They hoped it would be forever, but nothing was ever forever.
She hadn't been there the day the peaceful monks and nuns had torn each other apart under the Avatar's power, even after they locked him in ice. She hadn't been there, but when the survivors crawled home with their stories, she had listened with her hand clamped over her mouth. And she had passed the stories on.
It felt like Ty Lee had been following Azula her whole life, like Azula had always been there with her thousands of sharp edges and unexpected affections. It felt like Ty Lee had always stood beside Mai, who never let her lie to herself, who never even considered mixing her up with someone else. They had chased the Avatar and his followers for a day and a night once without rest, and the exhaustion still tugged at her memory. The chase went on and on, and they kept getting close, and each time they did, she felt the darkness closing in.
If they ended tearing each other apart, like the monks and nuns on the ice, leaving bloody scraps of bone on the ground for the rest of the world to find, Ty Lee didn't want to know. She crushed down the bitterness and hatred she felt just watching her friends.
