Deathwish of Desire

If I could follow you i'd take the exact same path
You took half of me with you... I want it back.


To the blind there is something even deeper than darkness. To her there was something much more terrifying. And it was that which surrounded her now. It was that which gently caressed her every pore. She wanted to scream. To loose the knotted boil of fear through breath and bowel but she could not open her mouth. Dared not to inhale to exhale. Her lungs burned within her chest begging, pleading, and bargaining for a breath. Her heart pounded a wildly staccato rhythm. It was the only thing that vibrated. The only thing that she could see. It slowed, grew dimmer shuddered and faded from sight. And she who had never surrendered before, surrendered to this. The suffocating stillness, the crushing weight of water, and the silence of the deep dark sea.

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The storm was a blinding, biting son of a bitch. The drenching rains were razors and each drop pierced though the crimson fabric to his flesh. But he couldn't feel it. And he refused to listen to the voice of doubt that tried to cut through his focus. He closed his eyes. They were useless in this weather, in this situation. It was too dark to see anything but he didn't need his eyes. He would feel for her. He had to feel for her. He brought his arms down forcing the glider into a sharp descent. His muscles straining against the merciless winds that whipped around him. He pierced through the sky with all the skill and grace of an arrow shot from a masters bow. Down, down into a wicked spiral. He could smell the salt, feel the magnetic pull of the raging water grow nearer. Roaring warnings to stay away. His fingers sought for the rounded hard nubb and he pushed it. The glider collapsed, snapping close. And he plummeted… free falling fast as the crest of a monstrous wave rose up to meet him.

He wasn't going to lose her too.

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"Aang, Aang… wake up. It's time to wake up now." He opened his eyes. There was no darkness, no wetness, no raging sea, no pain. There was nothing except for the soft white light and her. She smiled down at him. "Aang." Her voice was a soft sweet song. He could feel her hand against his face. It was a ghost of a touch. Cool as a lake lost in a mountains . As calm and gentle as those cerulean eyes of hers.
"Katara?" his voice caught in his throat. Her full lips curled at the edges into another smile.
"You've grown so much Aang." He raised his hand to where hers was. He traced a slow path along her flesh from her fingertip to her arm, her shoulder to neck, chin to cheek. His thumb came to rest on the upper curve of her high sculpted cheek bone.
"Katara there is so much… so much I want to tell you. It's been four years and-" She pressed a finger to his lips. He kissed it. She smiled again but this time with sadness. She opened her mouth to speak. He knew what she was going to say. He knew and he didn't want to hear it, didn't want to accept it. He brought his fingers to the back of her head, filling them with her dark thick hair. And swiftly, gently, firmly brought her face to his pressing his lips against hers. He remembered her taste, the smell of her. It had not changed. It had faded but it was still there. He could feel her body becoming more solid against him. He could feel her warming under his touch. He brought his other hand to her back leaving trails of fire along her spine. And she melted into him. Becoming softer, warmer, realer. Her scent filled his nostrils as his tongue filled her mouth. The taste of her grow stronger sweeter. He shifted his weight bringing his body over hers. Pinning her, taking her, pleading with kiss and touch. He could feel her shudder, he could feel her yield to him. She almost did… almost. With all the surprising quickness of river's current she slipped her wrists from his grasp, brought her hand to chest and pushed him just far enough away to free her lips from his.
"You have grown so much Aang," She said again. He could feel her hands grow colder, he could feel the warmth leaving her as their worlds grew farther apart. "But it's not your time yet. You've got to wake up. Please wake up."
"I'm so tired. I'm so tried."
"I know."
"Please Katara." His tears fell against her cheeks, becoming her own. "Please"
She was silent.
"Please Katara… forgive me."
"I already have Aang. It is you who will have to forgive me."
There was a sound then. A drop, a trickle then a roar. The briefest of warnings before the water rushed over him. Pushing him away, forcing him away. He had to close his eyes against the sting and salt of the sea. It suffocated his screams, his rage, his sadness. It carried him further away from the two things he ever truly desired in the past four years. He was swept away into darkness, into pain, back into life.

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When he opened his eyes again he saw the blinding brightness of the sun. Felt the heat of it warm his skin. He tried to sit up but he found it hard to move. His torso was heavier than normal. His legs felt sluggish. His arms ached.
"Welcome back Twinkle Toes." He heard and felt the voice though this center. He raised his head to find Toph at his side. Her body stretched the length of his, her head was against his stomach. Aside from obvious exhausted state of both her clothes and body she appeared unharmed. He breathed a sigh of relief and let his head drop back into the sand.
"Are you alright" His voice was a hoarse whisper.
"I'm alive…. Are you alright?"
"I'm alive." He whispered back gently, sadly. "I'm alive"