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This is where I'm going to dump all my little bits and pieces I've written because I've no idea what else to do with them and they're just wasting space on the computer. They will be completely random. So yeah. Welcome to my brain.
Summary: this is the most angsty-ist thing I've ever written. I'm not in a very cheery mood. So I thought I'd spread the moodiness. The Last Battle has just ended with the good side winning; Sokka and Katara have a chat. It's under 400 words, so not particularly long.
Warning: Character death and foul language and its depressing.
The Last Battle: Who Are The Victors?
"I loved him" is all she can say.
And her brother looks to her in shock. His mouth is open, but immobile, his thoughts flowing like a water fall; to quick for him to grasp. A fragment of his mind registers her position.
The way she stands. She is swaying with the pressure of an unknown weight. He sees his skin on her body and it looks so unlike itself. It should be brown, living, like the forever earth, but it looks cold and empty instead.
He looks into her terrific blue eyes, like the eyes of their lost mother. He struggles to find a hint, the tiniest reason to say that she was lying. She couldn't possibly love him? Instead he finds himself, and his baby sister's poor, innocent heart drowning in her blue eyes.
"What did you say?" He says after moments, his voice incredulous.
"Loved him." She squeaks out between the cracks in her broken heart. Her hands rise to clasp where it would beat. Her knees give way, and her forever protective brother leaps forward to save her from the ground.
"Tell me you're lying. Please…" It sounds like she is crying.
But her eyes are so horribly dry. She looks to her brother, and he feels a slice inside his chest. When he realises, that yes- his naïve, innocent, darling baby sister truly fell in love with someone that she cannot have.
"I…I killed him. Why! Why didn't you…just once tell me? Just…" and the waterfall explodes down his cheeks.
"Because that's how it was meant to end. I couldn't save him. How could you Sokka?"
And he holds her tighter. Like she would slip away if he relinquished his hold for a second, letting his tears dampen her hair.
"He was always the enemy." So cold. Her voice is so cold. "How could we get away with loving in a war?"
"Oh Katara…" all other words fail him.
"We had no time. Not with his fucking father destroying everything and Aang trying to save this goddamn world."
She is so stiff. And then she isn't, because she leans into her poor murdering brother's arms, with her dry cheek resting on his wet one.
"Oh Sokka I wish we had more time. Then I'd tell him that I loved him. If nobody else did then I did. I loved you Zuko…"
Its quite nauseatingly cheesy init? Anyhow…
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