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I got hit by the most intense mental image upon seeing this post

Ok bye

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D-6 | "Teasing" for @yangvikweek

A girl can have hobbies

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D-3 | Workaholic Yangchen for @yangvikweek

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Yangvik Week Day 1 - Past Lives "A Lesson from Yangchen."

Aang paces around the outskirts of Wolf Cove, deep in thought.

He had told Katara, who was currently sleeping in her home within the village, that he was going to be up late speaking with his past lives to try and find advice on how to handle several worldly affairs such as port systems for the United Republic and how to calm the public to prevent future rebel groups from rising. That he needed to do so in a quiet, secluded space.

Katara hadn’t thought much of it, Aang consistently contacted his past lives for aid in worldly affairs so asking for help in port management wasn’t new, Avatars such as Szeto and Yangchen had been experts in their day, and Avatar Kyoshi was the ultimate peacekeeper. So there was nothing for her to question too deeply.

But Aang hadn’t told her the truth about the wisdom he was actually seeking. He did not need guidance on ports or peacekeeping. He needed wisdom for her.

The Gaang has been traveling the world for years, rebuilding the Earth Kingdom and reestablishing peace amongst the three nations. But it always took up a large portion of their time, the Gaang always talked about going on more adventures despite everyone being consistently out of time, and Aang was worried he was letting Katara down with how often he had to travel.

Aang finally took a seat in the snow, it was cold at first but he soon adapted. With his legs crossed, he pressed his fists together and closed his eyes, focusing all his energy into balling within him then projecting it outward. “Avatar Roku. I need your wisdom.”

There was another temperature shift, a turn in the winds, the air became more still, and the ground beneath the young avatar seemed to disappear.

“Hello Aang,” the voice boomed through the empty space around them. The wisdom of the croak could be heard deep within. Aang opened his eyes to the familiar face of Avatar Roku. “It is good to see you.”

“It’s good to see you too, Roku.” Aang smiled at his predecessor who had always been by his side, even if he didn’t deserve it. “I need your advice… advice for Katara.”

Roku stroked his beard and nodded for Aang to continue. This certainly isn’t the first time Aang has asked for relationship advice, but Roku was attentive to any question his successor may need answered. 

Aang pulled a blue pendant with intricate carvings of the Water Tribe and Air Nation symbols from his robes. “I want to propose to Katar, but I don’t know the right course of action. I can’t ask Sokka, he won’t say anything but he will get excited, and that will be noticed by Katara.” Aang glanced down from Roku to the pendant. He sighed as he tucked the stone jewel back into his robes. “And marriage in general, does that go against the Air Nomad teachings? Does it go against my lessons with Guru Pathik to cut off worldly and emotional desires? I’m asking you because you were married despite doing the same, did it impact your spirits? Did your connection change? Did-”

“Aang,” Roku cut him off from spiraling further, “while I do understand your worries, I do not believe I am the one you should be asking these questions.”

“Then who?... Kuruk?!” It made perfect sense, a Water Avatar would know all there is to know about water tribe proposal customs.

Roku shook his head. “While Kuruk does know much about the Water Tribe, he is not from the Air Nation, and cannot tell you the rules of marriage of the Air Nomads.”

“So I have to ask an Air Nation Avatar? Does Kyoshi count?”

“No,” Roku shook his head, “she was raised in the Earth Kingdom and married a Fire Nation woman. The information you seek comes from a generation further, and Air Nomad with a Water Tribe acquaintance as she likes to put it.”

“You mean Yangchen?” Aang raised his eyebrow and looked at the wise old Avatar in confusion. “I do respect and honour the teachings of Yangchen, she’d understand and can guide me in the rules of marriage within Air Nomad society, but what would she know about proposals? Her records never mention a lover, or even any relationships beyond platonic.”

“Yangchen was private, young avatar, and you’ll find that what is recorded in history is not always accurate to the event.”

Aang nodded and bowed his head to Roku, “I will check then. Thank you, Avatar Roku, for your wisdom.”

Roku returned Aang’s bow before dissipating away.

“Avatar Yangchen," Aang called out into the blue void, “I need your wisdom.”

The temperature shifted once again as Aang felt a new presence take form in front of him. When he opened his eyes, the spiritual form of Avatar Yangchen was sitting in front of him. 

“Hello, Avatar Aang,” the nun greeted Aang, “from what I’ve heard, you are requesting relationship advice; that is not a conventional request of past lives, but it is effective when your past lives aid you in some of the average life's paths.”

Aang grimaced for a moment before returning to a face of serenity to match the Nun. “Avatar Yangchen, Avatar Roku informed me that you may have the answer to my questions, that you have experience in the fields I’m aimless in.”

Yangchen looked at the young man and hummed to herself before coming up with an answer, “Airnomads are free to marry if they so chose. It was not common practice, but if your spirit feels truly connected to someone, in this scenario Katara, then it is celebrated.”

“But isn’t it different because I’m the Avatar?”

The air grew silent for a moment as Avatar Yangchen thought. “No,” she concluded, “many avatars- nearly all avatars- have had deep rooted romantic relationships, if marriage did not affect their spirits it will not affect yours. Many times, these relationships healed their spirits in ways meditation cannot.”

Aang nodded, he understood what Yangchen is saying, but he was still confused. “Thank you, Yangchen, but this all seems like common knowledge that Roku could’ve answered- no offense- why did he say to speak with you?”

“No offense taken, young Avatar.” Yangchen smiled to him and herself before continuing, “but you had one more question, about Water Tribe customs, that I may be of help answering. How you ever heard of my dear companion, Kavik?”

“Yes, he was mentioned in many records from aiding the bookkeeping from the Shang System.”

“But he was much more than that.”

The scene changed from a watery, opened void, to the Western Air Temple. This is one of Yangchen's memories.

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“You can tell people to shut up, you know that, right?” Kavik trailed behind the young Avatar as they exited yet another gruesomely boring meeting in Jonduri. “They’d probably never talk again if the Avatar told them that.”

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“Is that him?” Aang glanced at Yangchen, who was watching the scene with a lost look in her eyes. Aang couldn’t quite place the emotion.

“Yes. That is my closest friend, Kavik. In this memory we’re both older than you are now, twenty-eight if I remember correctly.”

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Yangchen rubbed her temples and sighed down the long haul. “Spirits, I would if I could. But that would taint the image of the avatar.”

“Most nobles are already scared of you.”

“Those are nobles, there are regular citizens walking these halls and in those meetings even if they are not who we’re negotiating with.”

Kavik sped up a bit and slowed down once he was on par with Yangchen. “Are you okay? You’ve been off all morning.”

“Tired. It was a long ride here, and it will be another long ride to wherever we’re called next.” Yangchen wouldn’t admit it, but she’s not a fan of boats. She couldn’t borrow any sky bison at the moment with the Air Nomads all being busy with summer solstice ritual preparations coming up. They didn’t have the resources to temporarily let go of a spare.

“The next meeting doesn’t start till one-thirty,” Yangchen and Kavik stepped out into the front courtyard of the building where a small sundial stood.

Kavik glanced at the time, “it’s eleven-thirty. You have time to rest.” Yangchen glared at him. “Or oil your joints, because you seem to like operating like a machine.”

Yangchen rolled her eyes and began walking faster. “I’ll be heading up to the office. I need to get my notes in order before the next meeting.”

“It wouldn’t kill us- kill you to take a rest.” Kavik muttered.

“I heard that.”

“You were supposed to,” Kavik pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed before catching up to Yangchen. “You have the respect of the four nations, and their leaders. Commoners pray to you, and the nobility obey your every word. Nobody would blame you if you take a break.”

“I understand that, Kavik, and I will take a break later, but right now my attention and presence is required.” Yangchen closed the office door in his face. Absolutely insufferable, she thought to herself. After eleven years of working together- and friendship Yangchen supposed- she would’ve assumed her feelings towards him would have been neutralized. But Kavik surpasses the kind of annoyance you get from a coworker or a friend, he’s just different. More reliable, but gets on her back more.

Closing your eyes couldn’t hurt. A small thought appeared in the back of Yangchen's head. One that was not her own. It sounds quite nice.

“Not you too,” Yangchen sat down and began reading over the papers on her desk. She’d been having less “episodes” as she got older. But they’d sneak up and grab her when she’s sleep deprived. 

“I don’t have time to worry about you all when I’ve already got so much with the ports and…” Yangchen yawned. Closing her eyes did sound lovely right now.

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“So was Kavik your friend or not?” Aang asked his distant predecessor. “You seem to think pretty negatively of him.”

“Hmm-? Oh,” Yangchen turned to face the young man, “of course Kavik was my friend prior to this. Dare I say my best.”

“But you brush him off and his concerns- what do you mean ‘was’?”

“Be patient, young Avatar.” 

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“She is absolutely insufferable,” Kavik groaned as he walked Jonduri’s market with Jujinta. The adult Jujinta was nearly a head taller and twice the size of Kavik. He’d been scouring the grounds around the meeting hall and inside, his goal was to follow the Avatar, and doing that included protecting her, so Jujinta had somewhat assigned himself as the bodyguard.

“She treats herself like a machine and, while repetitive, it’s painful to watch.”

“Tell me about it.” Jujinta muttered, picking a pear from a market stall before tossing a coin to the vendor.

“All I ever do is try to help her, and she brushes me off in return!” Kavik threw his hands up for dramatic effect. “I just want to help.”

“You groan a lot,” Jujinta said in between bites of his mouth stuffed with pear. 

Kavik glared at Jujinta, “thanks.”

Jujinta didn’t react to the glare, didn’t even look back at Kavik. “Just help where you see pockets available. Aren’t waterbenders supposed to be good at adapting?”

“I always help where help is needed.”

“Available.” Jujinta clarified. “When I was working in the association I only took the jobs that were available, not the ones where they requested help.”

“How is Yangchen and your work in the association remotely related?”

Jujinta finished chewing through his bite of pear. “Just get your lunch and get back to your office if you won’t listen.”

They rounded into the market square where another public sun-dial stood. Half past noon. An hour and a quarter till the next meeting.

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Kavik entered the study with two teacups in hand. “I grabbed a few caffeine leaves from the market, so you won’t die in the meeting.”

Yangchen is sitting silently at her desk, tapping her writing brush up and down in a slow, distracted pace.

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Aang quickly noticed how the air felt wrong. Not wrong, but something was off. That person he was watching in the chair didn’t have Yangchen's energy.

“We are no longer in my memory,” Yangchen said to the young Avatar, sensing his unease.

“But that’s you, and you’re here,” Aang rubbed his head in confusion, trying to piece the information together. “Who’s in the chair?”

“Avatar Gun was. He’s always been a pain in my side, taking over my mind.”

Aang had learned of Yangchen’s “gift” many years ago through past communications and lessons from the Southern Air Temple Monks. “If Avatar Gun is in the chair, then why am I not speaking to him?”

Yangchen hummed for a moment in thought. “I was partially conscious in the moment. Having dazed control over my words and actions. The moment wasn’t clear to me at the time, but it is a memory I often visit.”

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“Yangchen? Are you alright?” Kavik approached his companion who didn’t show any acknowledgement that she saw him. “Avatar Yangchen, I brought tea.”

Yangchen’s head finally turned in Kavik's direction. “Oh, thank you, Kavik.” Yangchen took the tea and brought it to her lip. She took a long, deep sip, letting the warmer liquid sit for a few moments before setting the cup down. “Sorry I didn’t see you, I’m just tired.”

Well maybe you wouldn’t be if you took my advice. “No need to apologize, I get it.” Kavik took a seat on the chair on the other side of Yangchen’s desk. Help when help is available. Jujinta’s advice repeated in Kavik’s head.

Kavik read over a few of his own notes, while Yangchen went through the mountain of her’s. “Are you sure you don’t want me to cancel the meeting?” Kavik prodded again when he glanced up and saw Yangchen half asleep. “We have ten minutes, that’s enough time to get the message out.”

Yangchen stared at Kavik for a moment. There was a slight vacant look to her face, Kavik knows not to question that part.

“That may be the best option right now,” Yangchen rubbed her temples. Her head was still pounding. She knew that Kavik had likely figured out what happened. That is NOT his business right now. 

“On it .” Kavik got up and left the room to find another assistant to send out a message.

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Kavik reentered the room. “I sent out the message, luckily nobody had arrived by the time I was actually able to send it out.”

Kavik sat down across from Yangchen again. “You should go back to the zhang quarters, I’ll clean up here.”

“Thank you, again,” Yangchen set her writing brush down. She took a sip to finish off the now lukewarm tea and looked up at Kavik. She didn’t say anything, he looked so cute when he was eager to help, or just be there for the Avatar.

“I’m sorry for being impatient,” Kavik said after a moment. He felt like he was being stared down but there was no malice in her eyes. “I should have gotten the hang of waiting by now.”

“You do groan a lot,” Yangchen grinned at the young man, “but your honesty is what I like about you- as my assistant-” Yangchen quickly added, “many lives, mine and my predecessors, have taught me to be careful with who I trust. And I trust you Kavik, you’re my closest friend. And those same past lives and life lessons taught me that having close friends makes the burden of the Avatar easier. So I appreciate your concern, even when you’re annoying.”

Kavik stared at Yangchen for a moment. “Okay now you’re really starting to freak me out.”

Yangchen rolled her eyes and pushed her chair away from the desk before standing up. “You’re a fool. Let’s go back to the Zhang quarters before I fall asleep in the ink pot.”

Kavik bit back a grin as he stood up to follow Yangchen. “Okay, I’m telling Jujinta, Tayagum, and Akuudan that you called me your closest friend by the way.”

Kavik’s comment was met with a paper being air blasted into his face.

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“That didn’t seem… romantic?” Aang rubbed the back of his smooth head, turning to look at Yangchen.

Yangchen sighed, maybe it wasn’t the best memory to show for this context, but it is still dear to her heart. “This was one of few moments I was truly vulnerable with someone in my life. Someone who I didn’t grow up in the Western Air Temple with, someone who didn’t owe me a favor, someone who wasn’t trying to just follow me around. Kavik was truly my closest friend, his presence made my life as the Avatar easier. Like how Katara makes being the Avatar less of a burden on you.” Yangchen poked the young monk in between the eyes.

“He’s starting to sound like your boyfriend.” Aang grinned as the air around them shifted back into the spiritual, floorless space from before.

“That is information that is not for you.” Avatar Yangchen stepped in front of Avatar Aang, “I hope you understood what I was trying to teach you, young Avatar. You have the answers to your many questions, be wise. Katara is the embodiment of her element, like how you are the embodiment of all four. Water is available when it is needed, be available when Katara needs help, don’t force yourself into it. But still always have her back. With this information, you and Katara will have a very happy life together, young Avatar.”

Aang soaked in the words. He understood the lesson, Avatar Yangchen did a good job teaching it.

“Thank you, Avatar Yangchen,” Aang bowed to the Nun, “for your wisdom and knowledge.”

Yangchen returned the bow before dissipating into the spiritual energy void around them.

A past life fulfilling their duty to advise the Avatar is  the more straightforward approach, but a person caring enough to teach a student with their own experience was much better.

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D-1 | "Past Lives" for @yangvikweek

"No one else in the cycle had met the audacious burglar named Kavik. The boy's name was Kavik, and he had nice teeth, and she'd held his frozen hands until they warmed."

[caettey]

Yangvik Week 2026

Day 1: Dance

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mission to support the niche ships

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defrosted my animation abilities to make yangchen and kavik kiss

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If I see these ships a little more appealing as genderbend, what does that mean? 🤔

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She's gonna keep him

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Never seen anyone talk about a genderbend au in the yangchen novels, and lowkey I want to yap so..,

Gender takes a very important role in the novels, a role that is highlighted even more once you switch the characters genders. So what would a male version of Yangchen be like? I would say that pretty much the same, in the airnomad culture there aren’t really any gender norms so I believe that as a guy Yangchens personality remains fairly the same. However that just applies to Yangchens personality, people would definitely treat her differently. Though in the novels we see that Yangchen is treated as a naive little girl by the Shangs and dare I say other important political figures (Northern Watertribe chief/Earth King). She has to learn to adapt and use this to her advantages. As a man I do think Yangchen would inherently be treated with more respect, however that naive little girl stereotype would become the naive airnomad stereotype. Which is why I do not think this gender change wouldnt affect very deeply Yangchens approach to how she deals with political issues, I think it would just make things easier since as “man” he might be trusted more to take charge or make decisions, all the while using the naive airnomad act to get the upper hand.

Kavik’s narrative as a girl becomes very interesting. I mainly say this because he is literally me, and I’m a girl so. Let’s begin at the core, Kaviks relationship with Ksylaan, one that as women becomes far more complex. Kaylaan is the perfect girl, expected to become the perfect woman, Kavik could barely compare to her. Infact she owed her sister her life, after all she saved her. That remains pretty much the same, Kaylaan would manipulate Kavik into thinking she was less than her, less smart, less mindful, less athletic, less beautiful. In the books we see that Kavik and Kaylaan are very often referred to as handsome. Beauty can play an important role in Kaylaan and Kaviks stories as woman. For kaylaan it would be one of her weapons, she knows what men think about beautiful girls and she knows exactly how to exploit it. Kavik on the other hand keeping things faithful to the books is very very painfully insecure. I think she would pay no mind to her looks and the few times she does she is just reminded that she would never be as good as her sister, so she needs to be good in other aspects. However I do think it would be a problem in her street runner life style, Kavik wouldn’t use beauty as a weapon, becuase she wouldn’t know how, that’s just something her sister does. As a handsome man Kaviks street runner life is like any others, as a beautiful girl, danger is much more evident. I also believe Kaylaans and Kaviks reunion would be much more shocking. Imaging finding your sister again after risking your life to locate her and she not only remains as condescending to you as she was before, but she is also pregnant? The speech the Kaylaan give to Kavik about Chaisee, “Why not trust the man I love?” Would hit so much harder in many different levels.

The novels would have a different take on woman’s struggles, it would go from women in power proving they are right for their position. To woman struggling in a world that is inherently harder on them.

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Yangchen felt nothing, since the beginning of their travels from Yaoping Mountain’s, till their arrival to their current hideout.

“Yangchen?” Yingsu said, she felt her lightly place a hand on her shoulder, and her voice was almost like a whisper.

She was acting like she would break, but how could something empty break? Yangchen looked up to meet her eyes and was instead met with the rest of the team looking worriedly at her. They shouldn’t all be focused on her, after all it was their loss too, it was their grief too. Yet she remained quite. Barely being able to hold eye contact with anyone, she would much rather keep staring at the floor. Something she has been doing constantly as of late. Everyone probably thinks she is probably rethinking the moment over, and over again. All the ways she could have stopped it, how it should have been her instead, how worried he was about her when it was him that was-

In reality yangchen was thinking about how jealous she was of the floor. The floor didn’t love anyone, the floor could just be the floor, and people didnt expect anything much more than that.

“ Yangchen you haven eaten anything since we arrived.” Akuudan said softly.

Yangchen raised her head again, now Yingsu was sitting beside her. Tagayum was serving a plate of food, and Juji was standing infront of a window starring of into the distance. It was not till that moment that Yangchen realized how little she wished to speak.

“Tired, ‘m going upstairs.” Yangchen said her voice raspy.

She thought they would argue against it, they would tell her to eat and then go upstairs.

“Yeah, go get some sleep. I will prepare a good breakfast in the morning.” Tagayum said and then turned with the plate of food towards the window were Jujinta was standing. Akuudan let out a tired sigh and gave her a half hearted smile, Yingsu then stood up and stretched her a hand to help her stand.

And so she left, the atmosphere still heavy and quiet. Yangchen gave the room a brief look before heading up, she realized then that something had changed forever between the team.

When she got to the bedroom door she couldn’t bring herself to open it, she just stared at it. Because if he wasn’t down stairs with the team, and Juji did not see anyone outside, then he must be in the bedroom. And if he wasn’t in their bedroom, then he was truly gone.

Yangchen felt warm tears running down her face, and suddenly her chest ached, it ached more than any pain she had ever gone through. She wanted to go in the room and find him on the desk working on some paper he wanted to discuss with her. She wanted so badly to run in and hug him and never let go again, to be so close to him she could hear his heart beat, and feel his breathing, and hear his laugh. Yangchen cried quitely, she sank into the floor and placed her hands firmly against it. She had to remember, she didn’t feel anything because she was like the floor, she was steady like it, and she remained constant like it. And just like before the ache didn’t leave.

[hujsum]

In a few years here would be a vague memory that a man worked with both the white lotus and avatar yangchen, and then that would be forgotten too. Goodbye “Master” Kavik, we hardly knew you.

In fact do that for all of yangchens team avatar.

[hujsum]

No like I’m searoiusly pissed, we aren’t getting anything after this. This breaks my heart for the people who worked on this so hard.

[hujsum]

So umm the Atla movie keeps getting leaked and paramount couldn’t care less. I feel so sad for the people who worked (SIX YEARS!!!) on it. The thing is that it looks SO good, I saw them and shed tear. But that’s enough, we dont even have a proper trailer yet. I need everyone say sike.

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I like to believe that over the centuries Avatar Yangchen became such a spiritual symbol that history books dont mention her ever having a team or having companions, like people thought she was so holy that she did everything by herself, which made people glorify her even more. Like even Aang ,who in his lifetime had to deeply research airnomad culture in order to keep it alive, never came across anything that implied Avatar Yangchen had companions.

Imagine one day the gaang is researching things of the white lotus ( with irohs help ofc) and there is a paper Sokka was reading about something really nerdy, and Aang walks behind him and glances over his shoulder, and his like “Hey did katara write that?” And Sokka is like “ No dude, this was written hundreds of years ago. It’s actually really interesting, katara could never write something like this. It doesn’t even look remotely close to her handwriting.” Aang realizes Sokka is right, it doesn’t look like Katara’s handwriting at all. But still he genuinely felt that he had seen that type of handwriting before and the only person that came to his mind was Katara. So he asks Sokka who wrote it and Sokka says “ Some guy named Master Kavik, I think, I’m not really sure the name is kind of blurred.” The name doesn’t ring any bells to Aang of anyone he knew now or before he got stuck in the iceberg, so he just brushes it off.

The constant heartbreak Yangchen would go through seeing how as years go by her team and companions erased from history and she is just getting more glorified because of it, and she just wants to scream to the world that she couldn’t even have done more than half of the things she did if it weren’t for her team.

[hujsum]

The night was starless, but the moon was still in sight, there was not the slightest movement of breeze and aang felt like he was suffocating. In fact he was pretty sure he was dying, he felt like he had run out of air to breathe and every second was getting closer to his last. This was it Avatar Aang, the last airbender, would die on starless night, with lack of wind, because he suffacated. How ironic that the last airbender ran out of breath, or maybe it was the perfect paradoxical ending to his inadverted existence. Aang grasped as his collar trying to undo the tightnes it was holding against his neck. Alas he is finally being punished, after all it was because of him that his people were gone, he could finally get what he deserves and disappear with the rest of them. “Ha..” Aang said breathlessly, if only it were that easy. Because Aang wasn’t just the last airbender he was also the Avatar, and dying at the mere age of 17 would mean he would leave his next life with a whole lot to deal with, and the world wasnt in the best condition currently to await the next avatars coming of age. Aang began to slowly breathe in and out as his knees gave up on him and he was left kneeling on the floor. So he tried again in and out, as he finally managed to somewhat undo the robes near his collar. In and out until he could feel some air entering his lungs. Was it selfish that in the back of his mind he still wished that he would just go like his people. He finds himself wishing that everyday would be his last, how egotistical he was. Breath in and out until his vision unblurred, he breathed in and out until he could finally just breathe. As he final able to recompose himself aang felt a slight breeze, he would like to think it was his own element telling him he wasn’t alone, after all now more than ever the sky’s belonged solely to the avatar. However he was sure he could blow a soft whistle that would move more air than that breeze. What a sick joke this all was. Aang could feel hot tears coming down his face and he held his hand against his heart, what a sick joke it was that he kept on living, that he was now looking for signs of people who were so alive in a mere miserable breeze. Aang buried his face into his hands as his breath became shakier and he could feel himself running out of breathe. “Aang, it’s okay.” Aang could almost hear a voice as he felt a hand placed against his back. “Sweatheart, you are okay.” The voice said again and Aang suddenly felt a hand pulling his hands away from his face. Katara looked at Aang anxiously, she wiped away his tears and grabbed his hands tightly. Aang could feel himself breathe in and out again, “Katara, I think I am dying.” Aang said almost choking. “ No you are not Aang, you are going to be alright, okay? You are not alone sweeatheart.” Katara said looking lovingly at him. Aang could still feel tears running down his face and he hugged katara as tightly as he could, katara rubbed slow circles against his back as she rested her head on his shoulder. Everyday on the back of his mind Aang wishes it would be his last, and everyday katara reminds him why it shouldn’t.