Author's Note: Hello? Is… is anybody still reading this after the horrendously long hiatus? What? Yes? You are? Well in that case, I'm sorry! I'm sorry! But first I was a tad bit lazy with a hint of the dreaded writers block, and now my computer's broken! I'm on my dad's now, actually. Luckily, we managed to get all the files that we didn't already have backed up, including most of this. The rest I wrote today. I would have done it sooner, but I hate writing on my dad's computer. But I thought mine would be out of commission for longer than it actually would be (I should be able to get back on it tonight), so I manned up and wrote this. Also, there's an AN at the bottom of this too today, so please check that out also.
Enjoy!
Air Bender Girl
She stands there, wearing her perfect white dress with her perfect make-up, and her perfect hair and her perfectly fake smile.
She looks perfectly beautiful.
And perfectly awful.
Jinora stands and looks at her, this girl who is evil, born and bred, and she can't bring herself to feel hatred, or even disgust. She just feels… pity.
"Why are you here?" Her voice is the perfect pitch. But you can tell she's perfectly angry.
"Because I wanted to see you. You're a beautiful bride." The words are perfectly true, and yet a perfect lie.
"What do you want?" She demands, standing up in all her perfection. "And how did you get in?"
"I'm one of the most well-known, prestigious people in the city, I'm a junior member of the city council, and I'm one of the six airbenders in the world." Jinora let this sink in for a moment. "And besides, I have an invitation."
"You- you what? How did- when did- let me see that!" She screeched as Jinora produced the pink invitation. "Where- how-? I told my mother you were not to be on the guest list!"
"I doubt your mother likes me enough to hand deliver this letter."
"What the-" Her voice is too high now. It's annoying and screechy and perfectly imperfect.
"There's no stamp. Whoever delivered this letter did so by hand. And I think we both know who it was."
"He would- he would never! I told him not to!" She is spluttering and screeching at the same time.
"And he didn't listen. Because he wants me to rescue him. He wants me to stop the wedding and shout out my love for him so we can ride off into the sunset." Jinora stared at the gaping woman long and hard. "But that's not going to happen. Despite what you might think, I'm not going to stop your wedding."
"W-what?" She is perfectly surprised and the surprise is perfectly justified.
"What you're forgetting is that I broke up with him. I ended the relationship. You snatched him up because you both wanted revenge. And it did hurt- but only because both of you are so stupid. Enough that you don't seem to realize that when I walk out of here today, I'll be one step closer to being free. But you two? You'll be bound together in holy matrimony. Forever."
"Are- are you threatening me?" Her voice has a perfect amount of outrage in it, but the squeaking makes it so perfectly imperfect.
"No. I'm warning you. This is your last chance to break it off. It would be scandalous, but less so then if one of you were caught cheating, or if you had a divorce."
"A what?" She asks.
"See? You don't even know what it is. My point is, break it off now, or forever regret it." Jinora turns of her heel and walks to the door. She even gets it opened before the other speaks again.
"What don't you understand? I WON! I WON!"
For a moment, Jinora wonders if this crazy look on her face is anything like the look on Princess Azula's face after Gran-Gran defeated her with the help of former Fire Lord Gramp-Zuko, way back when they were teenagers.
Then Jinora shakes her head.
"No. I won."
And then she walks out and shuts the door behind her. And she hears her scream and a shattering sound that makes Jinora think that she just smashed the mirror.
Half an hour later she walks down the aisle, looking perfectly perfect again. The priest speaks for a while, and then the priest calls for anyone who has an objection. And he looks at her, silently pleading with her to stand up and declare their love to the world. But Jinora shakes her head. She will not rescue him. For once, he needs to man up and stick up for himself.
He doesn't.
And they start the vows, and Jinora wills him with all her heart not to wave away his freedom. She will him to say don't instead of do.
He doesn't.
Jinora resolves to pray for him.
Unless- unless she looks past the fake-perfect life she is about to enter. Unless she is willing to put aside her pride for once in her life. Then maybe- maybe- she can find someone she can truly be happy with.
She doesn't.
And they kiss and they're married.
Jinora sighs and shakes her head.
"I know how you feel, darling. They're just to perfect together, it almost makes me wish I was young again, don't you agree?"
Jinora turns to the old woman who spoke. She smiles, but it's a sad smile, and she has a look in her eye to match.
"Oh yes. They look perfectly beautiful together.
And then she turns and walks away. And she doesn't look back.
Prompt: "What don't you understand? I won."
Author's Note: So, my first prompt, and special thanks to Virareve for sending it in! I have plenty, so you need not send them in, but still, if you think of some, please don't hesitate!
Also, as for the bride and groom's identities, they could be anyone you'd like. Originally it was going to be Bolin, but I decided to make them ambiguous. So it could Bolin and Asami, or even Skoochy and Ikki. It could be some OCs. It could be anyone.
Also, the ending of this changed. Originally, Jinora would have just left after the reception. Then I thought of maybe having her meet up with Ikki and Meelo and her as-yet-to-be-born younger sibling (with a gender-ambiguous name, of course). Then they would comfort her and the little one would say something childish (this is about ten years after the end of LoK, so they'd be about ten), and they walk away together, but then I thought of this and it fit the theme of the story better. Either way, I hope you enjoyed, and I'll start working on chapter seven real soon! Buh-bye now!
