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[Nov. 13] [Avatar] Dulce et decorum est
Title: Dulce et decorum est
Day/Theme: November 13 - could you endure such pain at any hand but hers?
Series: Avatar: The Last Airbender
Character/Pairing: Jet (spoilers for Lake Laogai)
Rating: PG
Jet pretty much expected that he'd die young. It kind of went with the whole freedom fighter thing, you know?
It didn't matter, though. It didn't matter because if he could give his life to take down the Fire Nation and get back the lands the bastards had stolen from the Earth Kingdom, then it would all be worth it. It would be worth every scar, every drop of blood, every agony, every fallen friend.
The Duke used to crow about how they'd be given all sorts of medals and honors once the war was over. Jet indulged him, but honestly, he didn't give a rat-beaver's ass about medals.
He had a cause, and the cause was all. He would give his life a hundred times if it would hurt the Fire nation. A thousand times, even. A million, if he could.
Even when he finally caved and agreed to try living a life of peace in Ba Sing Se with Smellerbee and Longshot, he knew it was only temporary. To him, it was nothing more than a chance to rest and regroup before jumping back in the fray again, meaner and stronger than ever.
Hell, maybe he'd have an opportunity to help push back an attack on the great city herself, holding the line and very likely falling in battle.
As long as his death did the Earth Kingdom some good, he would die happy. Dying peacefully in his sleep was a waste of opportunity, as far as he was concerned.
What he wanted was the last stand and the blaze of glory, the defiant gesture and the overwhelming odds. He would never stop fighting. That's what he wanted, and that's how he always thought it would go.
And in the end, that's exactly how it was going to go, he thought, his gasps for breath drowned out by the sobs Smellerbee couldn't quite choke back. A blaze of glory and a last stand that might buy the Avatar and his friends just enough time to escape. Based on the sheer volume of the footsteps approaching, the odds were as overwhelming as he ever could have wished for. And if Longshot nocking an arrow to his bow wasn't one mother of a defiant gesture, Jet didn't know what was.
It should have been perfect, but it wasn't.
He grabbed Smellerbee's wrist. His legs might not work, but his arms were fine. It took him a minute to find his voice, and when he did, he couldn't tell if it was shaking with laughter or with sheer rage.
"They were supposed to be wearing red," he hissed as the cavern filled with a sea of green and then, at the very end, faded to black.
Day/Theme: November 13 - could you endure such pain at any hand but hers?
Series: Avatar: The Last Airbender
Character/Pairing: Jet (spoilers for Lake Laogai)
Rating: PG
Jet pretty much expected that he'd die young. It kind of went with the whole freedom fighter thing, you know?
It didn't matter, though. It didn't matter because if he could give his life to take down the Fire Nation and get back the lands the bastards had stolen from the Earth Kingdom, then it would all be worth it. It would be worth every scar, every drop of blood, every agony, every fallen friend.
The Duke used to crow about how they'd be given all sorts of medals and honors once the war was over. Jet indulged him, but honestly, he didn't give a rat-beaver's ass about medals.
He had a cause, and the cause was all. He would give his life a hundred times if it would hurt the Fire nation. A thousand times, even. A million, if he could.
Even when he finally caved and agreed to try living a life of peace in Ba Sing Se with Smellerbee and Longshot, he knew it was only temporary. To him, it was nothing more than a chance to rest and regroup before jumping back in the fray again, meaner and stronger than ever.
Hell, maybe he'd have an opportunity to help push back an attack on the great city herself, holding the line and very likely falling in battle.
As long as his death did the Earth Kingdom some good, he would die happy. Dying peacefully in his sleep was a waste of opportunity, as far as he was concerned.
What he wanted was the last stand and the blaze of glory, the defiant gesture and the overwhelming odds. He would never stop fighting. That's what he wanted, and that's how he always thought it would go.
And in the end, that's exactly how it was going to go, he thought, his gasps for breath drowned out by the sobs Smellerbee couldn't quite choke back. A blaze of glory and a last stand that might buy the Avatar and his friends just enough time to escape. Based on the sheer volume of the footsteps approaching, the odds were as overwhelming as he ever could have wished for. And if Longshot nocking an arrow to his bow wasn't one mother of a defiant gesture, Jet didn't know what was.
It should have been perfect, but it wasn't.
He grabbed Smellerbee's wrist. His legs might not work, but his arms were fine. It took him a minute to find his voice, and when he did, he couldn't tell if it was shaking with laughter or with sheer rage.
"They were supposed to be wearing red," he hissed as the cavern filled with a sea of green and then, at the very end, faded to black.