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storypaint) wrote2011-07-02 08:58 pm
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[Avatar] a world in us (Gaang gen)
Title: a world in us
Fandom: Avatar
Length: 430 words
Prompt: fic_promptly: AtLA, Aang (+ any if you want), the Avatar State
Pairing: Gaang gen
Other: n/a
Excerpt: He doesn't know how to say it right. It's like you're one piece of fruit, and then suddenly, you're the whole tree.
Aang tries to describe it once, the way he feels when he goes into the Avatar State, but the metaphor devolves somewhere after he starts talking about fruit, and everyone just looks confused.
He doesn't know how to say it right. It's like you're one piece of fruit, and then suddenly, you're the whole tree. It's like being yourself and then everyone else, all at once, and you know everything, but it's hard to hold onto anything. He loses himself in the Avatar State, and it's both frightening and invigorating. He's, of course, familiar with the idea of transcending the self, but this is beyond Air Nomad teachings. This is indescribable.
He fills a glass of water and sets it on the table. Sokka stares, almost suspicious, at the simplicity of this.
"This is how most people are all the time," he says, and then he picks up the waterskin and continues to pour until water splashes over the sides and onto the table, making a mess that Katara begins to protest, but she stops, because he keeps pouring.
"This is what it's like," he says, "except that you never run out of water until you say stop."
"You should have said stop like... five minutes ago," Sokka observes, although he seems to be almost getting it. Katara nods, firmly. She understands, at least to the point that one can without having experienced it oneself.
Toph puts her feet up on the table, knocking the glass over, although Aang notices that none of the stray water is headed in her direction. She's probably bent the legs of the table up so that the liquid rolls in the opposite direction. He can't be too annoyed; he wishes he'd thought of it first.
"I think I want a rock metaphor," she announced, grinning. "You got any of those, Twinkletoes?"
Katara sniffs, probably thinking that Toph is being difficult on purpose, but Aang just grins back, even if she can't see it.
"It's how you feel all the time, Toph, only with more people in your head," he says, and they all laugh and laugh, and conversation turns to other things as Aang cleans up the water mess. When he comes back from wringing out the rag, Sokka is talking about giant lizard skeletons and Toph is flicking rocks at Katara when Katara isn't looking, and Aang is so glad to have this life to come back to, time to be someone besides the Avatar.
So he sends a gust of wind at Toph and then she tackles him, and the afternoon winds on, just like this.
Fandom: Avatar
Length: 430 words
Prompt: fic_promptly: AtLA, Aang (+ any if you want), the Avatar State
Pairing: Gaang gen
Other: n/a
Excerpt: He doesn't know how to say it right. It's like you're one piece of fruit, and then suddenly, you're the whole tree.
Aang tries to describe it once, the way he feels when he goes into the Avatar State, but the metaphor devolves somewhere after he starts talking about fruit, and everyone just looks confused.
He doesn't know how to say it right. It's like you're one piece of fruit, and then suddenly, you're the whole tree. It's like being yourself and then everyone else, all at once, and you know everything, but it's hard to hold onto anything. He loses himself in the Avatar State, and it's both frightening and invigorating. He's, of course, familiar with the idea of transcending the self, but this is beyond Air Nomad teachings. This is indescribable.
He fills a glass of water and sets it on the table. Sokka stares, almost suspicious, at the simplicity of this.
"This is how most people are all the time," he says, and then he picks up the waterskin and continues to pour until water splashes over the sides and onto the table, making a mess that Katara begins to protest, but she stops, because he keeps pouring.
"This is what it's like," he says, "except that you never run out of water until you say stop."
"You should have said stop like... five minutes ago," Sokka observes, although he seems to be almost getting it. Katara nods, firmly. She understands, at least to the point that one can without having experienced it oneself.
Toph puts her feet up on the table, knocking the glass over, although Aang notices that none of the stray water is headed in her direction. She's probably bent the legs of the table up so that the liquid rolls in the opposite direction. He can't be too annoyed; he wishes he'd thought of it first.
"I think I want a rock metaphor," she announced, grinning. "You got any of those, Twinkletoes?"
Katara sniffs, probably thinking that Toph is being difficult on purpose, but Aang just grins back, even if she can't see it.
"It's how you feel all the time, Toph, only with more people in your head," he says, and they all laugh and laugh, and conversation turns to other things as Aang cleans up the water mess. When he comes back from wringing out the rag, Sokka is talking about giant lizard skeletons and Toph is flicking rocks at Katara when Katara isn't looking, and Aang is so glad to have this life to come back to, time to be someone besides the Avatar.
So he sends a gust of wind at Toph and then she tackles him, and the afternoon winds on, just like this.