Warnings: slash, Zuko/Sokka, death
Disclaimer: I do not own Avatar.
Author: Sexy Pancake
Ooo
Set You Free
There are numerous philosophies as to how a life should be lead and to what extent humans are capable of determining the direction of their paths. No one philosophy is right nor are any wrong. Life, as a word appears to be malleable, and yet life as a reality is unbendable, unchanging, and completely unrelenting to its charge.
Gripping the dagger tighter in his hands, Sokka silently watched his sleeping tent-mate.
Sleeping with the enemy, betraying his tribe. Dishonoring his mother's death by lying with the very flesh and blood that killed her.
Finding burning pleasure in his passion had never made him feel as ill as it did now.
For the Avatar he could do this. A world without the Avatar was a dead one, and while Zuko remained intent on capturing Aang, hope was running thin.
While Zuko remained alive.
"I love you."
Sokka plunged the dagger deep into Zuko's chest, quick and smooth, straight into his heart.
He shifted immediately to hold Zuko's arms down as the prince thrashed.
No words could be used to describe how Zuko awoke. To say he simply was no longer sleeping could only be the best way.
Wide amber eyes stared up into his half-lidded blue. Too far gone to summon any type of fire, Zuko merely lay there.
Sokka desperately wished that Zuko had fought back. To know that his love was reciprocated so strongly, that Zuko wouldn't harm him even on the brink of death, made the deed all that more painful.
Pain: yet another word far too weak to sufficiently describe its meaning.
There were tears in Zuko's dead eyes that trailed down his cheeks. Or was…no. Those are where his own tears had fallen.
They say love will set you free.
"In another life, may we meet again under different circumstances," Sokka caressed the wet liquid on Zuko's face, then gently closed his deceased love's eyelids.
"In another life, let me love you."
Some paths of life are filled with joy, others filled with pain.
Sokka liked to think his had been filled with love.
Burying his head in Zuko's chest, Sokka proceeded to weep forever.
Ooo
In honor of 06-06-06, I give you my very first death fic.
fyi: I am not a Satanist.
Please r/r. Thank you.
Grammar Update 9-28-06