He found himself alone once again in the deep, dark, nothing-but-black filling his eyes as he slowly felt himself beginning to suffocate. The earthbender squandered to escape as he caught glimpse of a mask and the soulless eyes that stared him from behind. He had been captured by Amon, the opposing figure approaching him slowly as he struggled to release himself from the ties that bound him. Bolin squirmed on the ground pathetically, like a worm trying to burrow into the earth and hide. Tears built up in fear as the darkness only seemed to grow more opaque with every pounding beat of his heart.
Sweat drastically covered his body, which grew numb with anticipation, turning colder than the stone he found himself unable to bend. Yet, the mask only grew closer. He finally let the tears fall from his face, choked screams escaping his throat. Bolin clenched his eyes tightly, only the footsteps piercing his ears as they grew louder and closer. He was helpless; alone without any to protect him.
The earthbender's eyes shot open, he scanned over the room to find that reality had returned. Relief washed over him, however, the darkness proved to be of no comfort to the rattled male. Bolin let out a few whimpers, a sniffle here and there, his heart still racing, it had only been a dream, a terrible, terrible dream. Even so, it left him with the unpleasant memento of fear and a lump in his throat. The male got up, walking gingerly across the wooden floor so as not to wake Pabu, the fire ferret lazily sprawled out atop the earthbender's bed. Bolin was often quite embarrassed when put in this situation, but it had never seemed to bother Mako before. Perhaps the earthbender would manage to slip into his bed without awakening him, his brother's company would prove to be enough to carry him through the night.
The male tiptoed across the hall to his sibling's room, slowly opening the creaky door just enough for him to slip past. Bolin carefully crept in, only to find the bedroom empty. A blanket lay carelessly cast across the bed, the lumpy mattress unoccupied. The earthbender could only look at it with confusion. Giving way and vulnerability to fear as the darkness seemed to consume him once more. Bolin proceeded with caution, only to stumble on loose clothes scattered across the floor, and eventually made it to the edge of the bed. He sat down on the furniture, which gave and eerie creak, the earthbender looked over the room. Bolin wasn't in here all that often, the space and its featured proved to be more unfamiliar than he would've hoped for. He gave a shudder, tears building up once more.
"Where is he..?" The earthbender thought, searching for the iconic red scarf to around the room; knowing he didn't tend to wear it around the house, and failing to find it anywhere. Bolin could faintly remember through his drowsiness about Mako telling him something about Korra, they must've made plans. He laid down on the bed, staring blankly at the wall.
"Ah, yes. Korra," An ache throbbed in his heart, the kiss that wounded him so deeply flashing in front of his tightly shut eyes, unable to escape his memories no matter how desperately he tried. It hurt to feel unwanted by both of them, so it seemed. They had each other, and he was happy for their happiness, but where did that leave him? Mako got both Korra and Asami without even trying, and then there was just... him, crying over a nightmare like a scared child.
Bolin buried his face deep in the pillow with embarrassment. How weak he must look right now. It almost made him glad that Mako wasn't here to see him like this, but he knew Mako would comfort him in a time like this... wouldn't he? No matter how close he ever grew with Korra, they were brothers. They had a bond that shouldn't distance, regardless to how much romance impacted them. They were family. At least, that's what Bolin liked to believe, what he hoped to be true. He breathed into the pillow, the scent of his brother providing some comfort to him. The earthbender wrapped himself in the blanket and let out a small chuckle. His heavy eyelids drooped, and he could only hope that if he were to enter another hellish nightmare, he would wake beside a protective Mako. Bolin let the tears slide down his face, and plop onto the bed, letting it out while he still could.
Tomorrow he would put on that same fake smile, still knowing deep down that he was helplessly alone.
Really short, I tried to make this original since the plot has kinda been tossed around FFN for quite a while, so I tried taking the more angsty approach for originality. That being said, this is original content, and there is no picture to go with it... yet. This is because my experience with the last chapter and its artist were very unpleasant. In conclusion, I would like to apologize to the artist for giving them more traffic and pageviews! :3 You ungrateful little pr-
Anyhow, until next release I suppose! This wasn't much for incest, and was more brotherly-love/solo angst, but I hope you enjoyed!