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[Nov. 4] [Avatar] A life unlived
Title: A life unlived
Day/Theme: November 4 - untrodden ways
Series: Avatar: The Last Airbender
Character/Pairing: Tui and La (allusions to Sokka/Yue)
Rating: PG
The two carp circle each other as they have for millennia. Never touching, yet always together, pulled and pushed in an unending circle by the current they create by their own swimming.
They do not often speak to each other. There is no need, as they rarely have anything to talk about, but things have changed. They speak.
"What was it like, to live as a human?" asks La, voice as deep and dark as the ocean.
"Short," replies Tui, voice as light and distant as the moon. "Short, and confining, and painful, and miraculous. I fell in love."
They swim in silence a while longer, then La asks:
"Do you regret it?"
The moon moves from quarter to gibbous and past full again before Tui speaks again. For them, it is but a brief pause, hardly a breath.
"I regret only the things that did not happen."
"Ahhh..." The ocean sighs. There has never been any room for jealousy or envy, not for them. What diminishes one diminishes the other, just as what enriches one enriches the other. "Tell me, then, of these things that did not happen."
There's no answer, not at first, but as the moon wanes and waxes through another cycle, Tui's story spins out as slow as the seasons and inevitable as as the tides. La swims, and listens, and mourns for love cut short and for unborn and dearly loved children who would never be cradled by the ocean and watched over by the moon.
Day/Theme: November 4 - untrodden ways
Series: Avatar: The Last Airbender
Character/Pairing: Tui and La (allusions to Sokka/Yue)
Rating: PG
The two carp circle each other as they have for millennia. Never touching, yet always together, pulled and pushed in an unending circle by the current they create by their own swimming.
They do not often speak to each other. There is no need, as they rarely have anything to talk about, but things have changed. They speak.
"What was it like, to live as a human?" asks La, voice as deep and dark as the ocean.
"Short," replies Tui, voice as light and distant as the moon. "Short, and confining, and painful, and miraculous. I fell in love."
They swim in silence a while longer, then La asks:
"Do you regret it?"
The moon moves from quarter to gibbous and past full again before Tui speaks again. For them, it is but a brief pause, hardly a breath.
"I regret only the things that did not happen."
"Ahhh..." The ocean sighs. There has never been any room for jealousy or envy, not for them. What diminishes one diminishes the other, just as what enriches one enriches the other. "Tell me, then, of these things that did not happen."
There's no answer, not at first, but as the moon wanes and waxes through another cycle, Tui's story spins out as slow as the seasons and inevitable as as the tides. La swims, and listens, and mourns for love cut short and for unborn and dearly loved children who would never be cradled by the ocean and watched over by the moon.