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17 July 2008 @ 07:52 pm
Title: Aftermath
Pairing: Zuko x Katara
Fandom: Avatar the Last Airbender
Genre: General, Introspective
Rating: PG
Word Count: 218

The rain is falling down hard, and the image of that man (you know, him—she keeps his head and eye tucked forever in mind) keeps on blaring. It’s falling fast, it’s falling apart. And she is feeling like there’s no way out.

Like a failed catharsis, there’s no relieve, no tension unbolted, untapped, and fully tossed out. There’s no—without—no, there’s no expurgation. And the heat is churning, burning into a fierce, ground-up ball of hate and tissue in her core. She can’t let this go.

And he’s telling her she must. And he’s telling her she mustn’t. And she’s left all alone and frenetic and desperate, and desperately seeking: for some way out. That just isn’t coming.

Zuko is leaning in now, tightening his grip on the reigns (there’s a blemish on her knuckles, a scar stretched over the skin that’s white and marble). He’s trying to take the rope, and she’s not letting go. There’s no way: there is no letting go.

Sometimes, when hate and spite and all those things rancorous build up and out, it’s like a fuse about to go. It’s simmering, it’s boiling, but it’s not going away—not letting itself get snuffed out. Because some things are meant to stay forever, to endure.

And hate is one of them.

Jokingly Jadejade_sabre_301 on July 18th, 2008 04:29 pm (UTC)
I read this and loved it and have little more to say but felt like I ought to leave you a comment. I especially love the "He's trying to take the rope, and she's not letting go" line. <3
the nonconformist penguin and the Almighty Bobnewbia on July 20th, 2008 02:34 am (UTC)
Great fic!