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Description
Lightning.

Falling.

Falling.

Falling….

(no time)

Only one thought

don’t let him die please don’t

keeps her going, keeps the water moving with her, keeps her body from collapsing.

But in her arms, silence. Nothing. Where is the warmth--

(he holds her, a simple hug, and she smiles)

the breath--

(he’s heaving, alive, just barely, as the water spills from his lips)

the

h e a r t b e a ting so rapidly, she knows it is the end.

And then--an escape.

She must hurry

(NO TIME)

It can’t be too late, no please it can’t be--

dyingdyingdead

He’s c o l d

and

s i l e n tly she the pulls out the water

(special how? Not even she knows, just special, use it, try it)

Failure.

(or so she thinks)

Her cries s h a t t e r the silence, crICK crACK, and what should she do and--

A g l o w

and

a groan

he’s awake and smiling and not--

She silences the thought and holds him.

And then--he’s unmoving.

Un

m o v i n g closer, his breath floats up

In

Out

In

Out

warm and relieving.

Eyes look out to the dark sky, blanketing, coating the world an ominous tint

(light in the dark, no matter how dim and wavering it is)

How long…

…until she sees that smile of his again?

---

PLEASE READ THIS ON MY LIVEJOURNAL. IT SHOWS HOW I REALLY WANTED THIS FIC TO LOOK. [link]

I wanted to capture the moment of Aang's failure at Ba Sing Se, and the idea of using this type of writing really struck me. I'm not sure I did it well, but...!

YAY FOR THE PICTURE THAT IS NOT MY FAVORITE?

Aaaaand... Kataang Week is over. *sigh*

Description
Lightning.

Falling.

Falling.

Falling….

(no time)

Only one thought

don’t let him die please don’t

keeps her going, keeps the water moving with her, keeps her body from collapsing.

But in her arms, silence. Nothing. Where is the warmth--

(he holds her, a simple hug, and she smiles)

the breath--

(he’s heaving, alive, just barely, as the water spills from his lips)

the

h e a r t b e a ting so rapidly, she knows it is the end.

And then--an escape.

She must hurry

(NO TIME)

It can’t be too late, no please it can’t be--

dyingdyingdead

He’s c o l d

and

s i l e n tly she the pulls out the water

(special how? Not even she knows, just special, use it, try it)

Failure.

(or so she thinks)

Her cries s h a t t e r the silence, crICK crACK, and what should she do and--

A g l o w

and

a groan

he’s awake and smiling and not--

She silences the thought and holds him.

And then--he’s unmoving.

Un

m o v i n g closer, his breath floats up

In

Out

In

Out

warm and relieving.

Eyes look out to the dark sky, blanketing, coating the world an ominous tint

(light in the dark, no matter how dim and wavering it is)

How long…

…until she sees that smile of his again?

---

PLEASE READ THIS ON MY LIVEJOURNAL. IT SHOWS HOW I REALLY WANTED THIS FIC TO LOOK. [link]

I wanted to capture the moment of Aang's failure at Ba Sing Se, and the idea of using this type of writing really struck me. I'm not sure I did it well, but...!

YAY FOR THE PICTURE THAT IS NOT MY FAVORITE?

Aaaaand... Kataang Week is over. *sigh*