I wrote this for the theavatar100 community over at LJ. It's my entry for challenge #52: Mirrors. I hope you guys enjoy it.
---serenity.strength.untamed.cheerful---
He never saw the water the way it was supposed to be seen- the way it flowed, its calmness. No…whenever he looked it was all about how fierce it could be, how it could make peace not with kindness and careful negotiating, but using the most harsh tactics in order to get what was wanted.
She was all about stability and being in one place. Now every time she looked down at the earth, it wasn't about that anymore. What it gave back to her was exactly the opposite: the chaos and the lack of anything being in its rightful place and the need for it to be differently.
He was of the fire and it was obvious. He was wild and incontrollable, but knowing that the world needed differently was enough to transform him. Now it was that every time he looked into the golden flames he only saw that he had to be different than what it wanted him to be.
He had the carefree and peaceful personality that everyone always associated with the air, but with the world in its state he couldn't be. As much as he wished to have fun and throw any worries to the wind, what he needed to do stood in the way too much and too often for his comfort. Whenever even the slightest breeze caressed him, it only reminded him further of what he shouldn't (and couldn't) be.
It wasn't about what they saw, but how they saw it. How it tied them all down, making them become something they were not. It was an ugly truth, one that followed them around regardless of what they did or how they did it. What it mirrored back at them was always different than what they were.
