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Oh well...
“I have to do this.”
“Not alone.”
“Yes—”
“No! We've made it this far—”
“Yes. You've helped me get this far. And you're the last one.” A brush, hand on cheek. “You'll always be first, though.” A whisper.
“I won't let you go on alone. I—”
A kiss.
“Katara,” a smile, “you have to let go.”
She wandered through the halls of the empty Fire Nation palace. She was hopelessly lost; she couldn’t hear the sounds of battle that must be going on outside the walls. She was supposed to be out there, finding her brother and helping the surge, but somewhere deep in the palace’s bowels was another battle, a desperate battle, and she was loathe to leave it. And so she wandered the halls, staring past its immaculate hangings, yearning to see—something. Anything.
She rounded the corner. Well. Not anything.
To be fair, he looked just as surprised as she did, but the world wasn’t being fair today and no one cared what she said or thought. “What are you doing here?”
He blinked. “Shouldn’t you be—”
“Don’t tell me what you think I should be doing!”
“I—”
“You what.” She glared at him, her fist clenched around her water bag. He closed his mouth and turned around. “What, running away? You coward.”
“Maybe I am,” he said, his voice soft, hard to hear.
“Oh, so you’re admitting it now? What about your precious honor?”
“My honor is gone.”
“Then come and get it back.” She popped off the cork on her flask. “Coward.”
His shoulders were stiff, his head bowed, but the moment she snapped out her water whip he turned and fired a jet of flame. She countered it with her whip, a crack of steam clouding the air between them. He blasted through it with another slim flame, which she dodged, already launching an offensive of her own.
and...it ends with her beating her fists against his chest while he holds her while the world falls down. Or something like that.
Meh. *wanders off to
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Date: 2007-11-14 10:07 pm (UTC)I don't know what has really happened yet, and I really like it (I really really like the italicized part--you're so good at dialogue) and I think you should finish it, even if it ends up being very AU--most fanfiction is that anyway. :D
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Date: 2007-11-14 11:09 pm (UTC)hahahahaha. (I like the italicized part too! I am meh about most of the rest of it, but I really like the italics.) okay, I will try. :-b
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Date: 2007-11-14 11:17 pm (UTC)Yay!
PS - I'm not sure if I've said this before, but I really like that icon. Also, very OT, but that "Ramona" song by Guster you listen to? I really like that, too. ^^
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Date: 2007-11-15 03:06 am (UTC)p.s. hahaha, I picked it because Sting sang "Fields of Gold" and was the lead singer of The Police, who sang "Every Breath You Take." *is a dork*
and that Ramona song? I've been addicted to Guster for a while, but I only just found that song thanks to a fellow NaNo buddy. <3s
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Date: 2007-11-15 04:49 am (UTC)PS - I wouldn't say that makes you a dork--I knew that. Wait...*squints* I haven't yet, but I'm going to listen to that whole Guster playlist...that group reminds me of another band, but I can't remember specifically.
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Date: 2007-11-15 05:19 am (UTC)P.S. Yay! ♥
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Date: 2007-11-21 08:30 am (UTC)I would say that, based on previous tv history (::coughBUFFYcough::) beating on his chest while the world falls down could lead to very interesting and kinky places, except that it of course took THEM a whole season to get past the badness that followed what followed the world falling down.
If you followed THAT, points to you.