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[1 June] [Avatar: TLA] There might have existed a world...
Title: There might have existed a world...
Day/Theme:1/There exists a world
Series: Avatar TLA
Character/Pairing: Ursa (introspective)
Rating: G Spoilers for the revelation in "The day of Black Sun part 2"
Sunlit beaches, wind whispering in the trees, watching our children play in the sun warmed sand building sandcastles, exploring rock pools.
Leaving the perfect imprint of their tiny hands in clay tablets hawked by the souvenir sellers, paid for by an indulgent father on one of his good days.
Showing them sea shells, watching the wonder on their faces as they realize the quiet sussuration of the sea can be heard echoing within the shell.
Remembering quietly the day when he was courting you and showed you the same wonder.
Good days they were.
One would think, in nation with an emphasis on primogeniture, marrying the second son would leave one out of political intrigue.
One would think people didn't change that much. That one would have enough insight into a man during the whole courting process to pick up on his darker nature.
One would think that the granddaughter of Avatar Roku would have the brains not to marry a power crazy man, who would even contemplate and then almost as quickly concieve of a plan to murder his own first born son in cold blood.
The motivation for this?
"Some sacrifices need to be made." So cold he is. Remorseless. One would say more but one would not expect such language from a princess.
When you first hear of the plan, it shocks you. Then the shock dies, falling to dust, one more betrayal of your trust in a whole long list of unfulfilled promises in a long since broken marriage.
Maybe somewhere out there exists a world where we might have been an ordinary family, with ordinary problems, living an ordinary life.
Then the futile longing itself burns to ash and a fierce maternal passion flares to life.
Indeed some sacrifices need to be made. But he will not sacrifice this boy. Not today. Not while I live and breathe.
As you watch your son sleeping peacefully, sprawled under rumpled bedsheets, your resolve hardens. A desperate plan to counter your own husband's scheme is born.
Day/Theme:1/There exists a world
Series: Avatar TLA
Character/Pairing: Ursa (introspective)
Rating: G Spoilers for the revelation in "The day of Black Sun part 2"
Sunlit beaches, wind whispering in the trees, watching our children play in the sun warmed sand building sandcastles, exploring rock pools.
Leaving the perfect imprint of their tiny hands in clay tablets hawked by the souvenir sellers, paid for by an indulgent father on one of his good days.
Showing them sea shells, watching the wonder on their faces as they realize the quiet sussuration of the sea can be heard echoing within the shell.
Remembering quietly the day when he was courting you and showed you the same wonder.
Good days they were.
One would think, in nation with an emphasis on primogeniture, marrying the second son would leave one out of political intrigue.
One would think people didn't change that much. That one would have enough insight into a man during the whole courting process to pick up on his darker nature.
One would think that the granddaughter of Avatar Roku would have the brains not to marry a power crazy man, who would even contemplate and then almost as quickly concieve of a plan to murder his own first born son in cold blood.
The motivation for this?
"Some sacrifices need to be made." So cold he is. Remorseless. One would say more but one would not expect such language from a princess.
When you first hear of the plan, it shocks you. Then the shock dies, falling to dust, one more betrayal of your trust in a whole long list of unfulfilled promises in a long since broken marriage.
Maybe somewhere out there exists a world where we might have been an ordinary family, with ordinary problems, living an ordinary life.
Then the futile longing itself burns to ash and a fierce maternal passion flares to life.
Indeed some sacrifices need to be made. But he will not sacrifice this boy. Not today. Not while I live and breathe.
As you watch your son sleeping peacefully, sprawled under rumpled bedsheets, your resolve hardens. A desperate plan to counter your own husband's scheme is born.