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[Avatar] how the light gets in (Mai gen)
Title: how the light gets in
Fandom: Avatar
Length: 386 words
Prompt: he came on ecclesiastically for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
chibidl's birthdayfic
Pairing: Mai gen
Other: n/a
Excerpt: So Mai is left to entertain herself, and after investigating her entire house half-heartedly, she steals all the sharpest kitchen knives and slinks off to her room.
She picks up the knives for two reasons: (1) it's unladylike to fight; and (2) she's so bored.
There's a solid month during which Ty Lee is busy with her sisters or boys and Azula is busy tormenting the possible-love-of-Mai's-life into submission. Embroidery or reading cannot keep her interest. Her mother has sighed and thrown up her hands, telling her to find her own amusements. So Mai is left to entertain herself, and after investigating her entire house half-heartedly, she steals all the sharpest kitchen knives and slinks off to her room.
She isn't quite sure why the knives appealed to her, since she doesn't intend to pick up cooking or cut herself, but she flings one at her bedroom door and is intrigued when it sticks. She throws another, trying to get close to the first one, but it goes wild and slides down the wood uselessly.
Mai narrows her eyes. She spends the next three hours flinging knives at the wall, refining her talent in leaps and spurts. When her mother comes to see what the noises are about, she opens the door without knocking and is lucky that Mai's throw misses.
"Mai!" she says, clutching at her neck. Mai blinks.
"I need better knives," she answers. "...And a new door."
There's a beat as her mother considers and Mai hefts another knife.
"Will you practice outside, daughter? It would do you good to get some sun, anyway," her mother suggests.
Mai shrugs. The next day, her father brings home a set of actual throwing knives. He hesitates before giving the box to his daughter. Mai rolls her eyes. Then she takes the box and goes outside. She sits in the shade and mars the beauty of her father's fruit trees. They may not bear the next year, but she's left her mark there. It's satisfying.
Mai wants something for herself. She's spent her whole life being the perfect daughter, quiet, repressing any unnecessary feelings. These knives, though - no one else does this. So she'll learn, and she'll be the best. And even when she's bored, she'll have something to do.
She smiles, just a little, and plucks the metal from the bark. A sharp edge is something she can believe in.
Fandom: Avatar
Length: 386 words
Prompt: he came on ecclesiastically for
chibidl's birthdayficPairing: Mai gen
Other: n/a
Excerpt: So Mai is left to entertain herself, and after investigating her entire house half-heartedly, she steals all the sharpest kitchen knives and slinks off to her room.
She picks up the knives for two reasons: (1) it's unladylike to fight; and (2) she's so bored.
There's a solid month during which Ty Lee is busy with her sisters or boys and Azula is busy tormenting the possible-love-of-Mai's-life into submission. Embroidery or reading cannot keep her interest. Her mother has sighed and thrown up her hands, telling her to find her own amusements. So Mai is left to entertain herself, and after investigating her entire house half-heartedly, she steals all the sharpest kitchen knives and slinks off to her room.
She isn't quite sure why the knives appealed to her, since she doesn't intend to pick up cooking or cut herself, but she flings one at her bedroom door and is intrigued when it sticks. She throws another, trying to get close to the first one, but it goes wild and slides down the wood uselessly.
Mai narrows her eyes. She spends the next three hours flinging knives at the wall, refining her talent in leaps and spurts. When her mother comes to see what the noises are about, she opens the door without knocking and is lucky that Mai's throw misses.
"Mai!" she says, clutching at her neck. Mai blinks.
"I need better knives," she answers. "...And a new door."
There's a beat as her mother considers and Mai hefts another knife.
"Will you practice outside, daughter? It would do you good to get some sun, anyway," her mother suggests.
Mai shrugs. The next day, her father brings home a set of actual throwing knives. He hesitates before giving the box to his daughter. Mai rolls her eyes. Then she takes the box and goes outside. She sits in the shade and mars the beauty of her father's fruit trees. They may not bear the next year, but she's left her mark there. It's satisfying.
Mai wants something for herself. She's spent her whole life being the perfect daughter, quiet, repressing any unnecessary feelings. These knives, though - no one else does this. So she'll learn, and she'll be the best. And even when she's bored, she'll have something to do.
She smiles, just a little, and plucks the metal from the bark. A sharp edge is something she can believe in.