learning to crawl will teach you to run
(37. depends upon the forcefulness of character)
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--and if he remembered right, Sokka hadn't even enlisted of his own will. Zuko knew just how unfair the draft system was in the colonies, hell hadn't he made the very mistake of caring
rustle
enough to protest? But Sokka was a fighter, but more a lover combined with a thinker combined with a love of his family that made a young man a fighter when he was called upon
snap
, not like Zuko, no, who fought because he knew no other way. Never shown any other way until he was in the middle of the whole damned war in the middle of a fight that was not his fight not what his pulse jumped to. Sokka had not-laughed and called it ironic. Zuko had straight up called it an ass-fuck, on a not so good day, which was every day here.
Because this was not a fight either were meant to win, and when Sokka took out a picture of his sister every night while Zuko polished a yet virgin knife all they knew for sure was that tomorrow
go
was suicide.
Zuko had just expected it to be him, is all.
Author's Note: learning to crawl will teach you to run is a side project I'll be working on to get back into the swing of writing while I resurrect some of my older pieces and requests, so little commitment is going to be made to this once those babies are up and running. I have to state this before I get into the fun stuff because I don't want you all to waste your time with an "update soon!" review if there's a chance that I might not update altogether. (Watch, I'll end up finishing this now that I've said that I bet.)
Now, this is all inspired by rashaka's 40 prompt post at katarazuko on LiveJournal, I'm setting this story in a more modern war story than a Victorian age one, however. Ideally, this will be 40 "chapters" long (length of said chapters will vary) and will follow a pretty clear plot: boy meets boy in war, one boy perishes, other boy returns to find perished boy's sister without the original intention to shack up with her. Woo!
Avatar world and real world are mashed up here. Because I can. Questions? Comments? This author's note is longer than the actual prologue. Sad.