#much introspection

[blehblarghblah]

Taang Week Bonus Day: but I choose you everyday.

The bonus day no one asked for...

Summary: Moments after Aang’s death, he and Raava have a chat.

Ao3:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/34125781

FFN:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/34125781

Raava interacting with Aang was always a concept I wanted to explore ever since Wan and Korra spoke with her. Heck I've wanted to see every Avatar we've seen speak with her because I wonder how their conversations will unfold!

But with Aang? I always thought the fact that he died semi younger than most expected because of his time in the ice, what the conversation would be in terms living so long and so disjointed from time itself.

And in terms of Taang, how does one feel dying so early in life and living on in reincarnation knowing the love of their life moves forward?

Well, I wanted to give it a shot.

Hope you guys like it.

Until next time,

- Bleh

[leafmedic]

His memory is foggy when he tries to recall his encounter...with her. The ship, the crew, the boat being flipped over by the angry sea is all sharp. He wanted to ask questions, but his recent encounter with death had him escape before she came back. His mind told him it was more of her part than his own skills. Now though he wonders if he should have stayed. Asked his questions like she invited. Sasuke stares at the ocean pulling at his feet in question. “Where did she come from,” he mutters.

@damnedflame

She was disappointed to find the room empty. It surprised her. She expected him to leave, simply knowing that some mortals were born with curiosity and others had learned when to leave well enough alone. This one carried burdens on his shoulders of the likes she hadn’t seen in many years and she knew that curiosity wouldn’t overpower common sense.

But she was still disappointed. Her own curiosity was piqued. Something about him drew her, that same thing that caught her attention during the wreckage. He had been slated to die with the ship even after freeing the captives, but something had caused her hand.

The Fates would yell at her. She could already feel their unrest stirring on the air and soon, they would be at her doorstep to demand answers she didn’t have.

They were going to be angry at her anyway for forcing her hand too soon, but she didn’t care. The sea was her domain, as she always argued. Those that traveled its expanse put their fate in her hands, no matter what those three said.

She could feel him. There on the sand, her waves touched at his feet and beckoned him to return. Sakura wasn’t sure if she really wanted him back in her home or if this was a mere passing fancy, but the questions wouldn’t subside. This interest was present under her skin as she watched him from afar.

Would he chance the sea again? Finding the shore he was on was easy, but still she kept her distance. The concept of her existence was not easy for some mortal minds to accept. And while she seriously doubted he would suffer the knowledge, it wasn’t a risk she wanted to force on him.

The invitation was open. Should he ever wish to take it, she would let him. Until then, she would have to be content to watch and wait.

[peterstamatin]

happy birthday to this game

[gemkun]

@defiedlife said : ❛ how long has it been since you've slept? ❜ — Aven @ Ratio ↬ &. 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬.

      ⸻       eyes   etched   ,   akin   to   the   acute   angles   he   so   often   incorporated   across   numerous   disciplinaries   ,   slant   to   the   source   of   the   probing   question.   how   long   has   it   been   since   you’ve   slept   ?   a   deceptively   ,   innocent   enquiry   ,   yet   ,   veritas   knows   better.   like   everything   surrounding   this   stoneheart   ,   it   is   not   a   naked   query   ,   but   rather   layered.   a   riddle   ,   where   only   the   asked   would   understand   the   hidden   connotations.

  how   long   has   it   been   since   you’ve   slept   ?

  easily   enough   ,   he   could   throw   the   hours   ,   the   minutes   and   the   seconds   since   last   he   slumbered.   but   this   is   not   the   answer   the   liquidation   specialist   is   searching   for.   no.   there   is   more   beyond   this   simple   phrasing.

  how   long   has   it   been   since   you’ve   slept   ?

  he   means   —   how   long   has   it   been   since   you’ve   stepped   away   from   your   burdens   ,   veritas   ?   how   long   has   it   been   since   you’ve   taken   a   moment   to   prioritise   yourself   ?   how   long   has   it   been   since   you’ve   had   the   chance   to   breathe   ,   truly   ?

  and   oh   ,   perhaps   he   has   forgotten.

  but   it   is   not   a   detriment   —   for   he   has   no   dark   circles   upon   his   profile   ,   and   he   struggles   not   with   ailments   his   clients   often   express   in   all   their   woes   ,   and   he   chisels   his   physical   self   with   the   finest   of   tools   and   dedication.   so   then   ,   wrested   from   what   the   inquisitive   elite   posits   ,   was   it   a   bad   thing   ?

  he   has   done   so   much   ,   after   all.   accomplished   feats   that   some   would   only   dream   of.   tasks   that   the   imagination   could   not   begin   to   conceptualise.

  yet   ,   that   concern   drills   past   the   plaster   ,   seeking   ,   digging   for   that   exposed   core.

  he   lifts   his   tome   ,   barricading   the   strategist.

  ❝   it   has   been   exactly   eight   hours   ,   fourteen   minutes   and   thirty   six   seconds.   is   that   all   you   wish   to   know   ?   then   ,   you   have   your   answer.   now   quit   idling   about   ,   there   is   work   to   be   done.   ❞