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13 February 2009 @ 11:59 pm
Brunt Force [Iroh]  
Title: Brunt Force
Character: Iroh
Fandom: Avatar the Last Airbender
Genre: General
Rating: PG
Word Count: 263

 

Brunt Force

Life is expelled from him, breath gets short (this is when you die), chest contracts (this is long past dead).

In flash, in agony and mutilated, thoughtless burdens, he springs awake and sees his years span past him. Dash (dashing he thought he had been) and divide (conquer the scattered towns and countries still left to stand). And Iroh is made young again.

And he could almost short-circuit and explode a fuse (or two). But he feels just so alive, just so right and mighty. Just so that the world would stand still—if only for a moment—and listen.

The earth trembles underneath and he writhes, emerges, out of his deep core, like a bundled snake. And before him, Ba Sing Se towers and sways (never succumbing, never dying). It is like a mountain carved into streets and houses, paths and thatched roofs running, colliding in woven threads on a tapestry.

Hazy and sullen (silken) in his mind, he thinks back to the blasts and bolts hitting the walls. And asks: what was it all for? They are too proud, too stubborn to be bent. And he has wasted a lifetime away.

There is nothing left
       these haunts and saints have come to pass and rest.

The ghosts have made their voice hold
      and out of high-strung choruses and lightening shocks.

(For a second, he mourns his son.)

Rigid and taut, Iroh steps through the gates and sends one final (farewell) flame across the watery, teary streets. He tenses and releases and watches as the last survivors shriek in terror.

 


 
 
 
tokogawa7tokogawa7 on February 14th, 2009 06:59 pm (UTC)
Indirect, deeply personally. That has to be part of your magic here. You make the feeling of voltage literal, expressive. The synaps crack with active as the last breath exhales, the illusion of home and light and past and jumbled up things that never existed. Words or counter words exist and the mind feels either flexible or taunt or both and hurts and sooths and runs till still with songs and melodies and wanderings. Very well done. I wonder is this truly the end of his life or when Azula strikes him.Is that unimportant?
Y U no auto-translate?lye_tea on February 14th, 2009 07:58 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much. :)
(This was actually the part when he laid siege on Ba Sing Se. I was thinking of what Iroh felt and this drabble was the product.)
songs of the cynicalrosael on February 22nd, 2009 11:43 pm (UTC)
That was beautiful. That's all there is.
Y U no auto-translate?lye_tea on February 22nd, 2009 11:53 pm (UTC)
Thank you. :)