Closure/[50scenes]
More than one post in one day. Possibly even more to come. Oh my God, you guys, the world is ending.
Title-Closure
Fandom-Avatar: the Last Airbender
Characters-Azula, Ty Lee
Genre-Angst
Rating/Warnings-PG, one act of minor violence.
Pairing(s)-I...want to say there's no pairings in here, but there might be barely a hint of Azula/Ty Lee since I was thinking about that the entire time I was writing.
Summary-All she wants is to finally end this chapter of her life (though that's a lie, and even the crazy lady knows it). //Post-finale Azula and Ty Lee closure. I don't know why it's coming months after the finale, other than because I fail at life.//
Word Count-619
Chapters-1
Status-Complete.
Betaed?-No.
“Oh, look, a visitor. How lovely. And…ooh, my favorite circus freak. Such a treat.”
Her voice was cold, hard; not unlike what she used to be able to put in it back in her ‘glory’ days. But now Ty Lee was wiser, and she heard the distinct note of crumbled sanity and faltering sense of self in it. (Doesn’t change my answer.)
“Yeah, it’s so nice to be in your cell, Azula. Very homey.” The former gymnast didn’t turn her head towards the former princess, as she so often used to do when directing a comment at someone-the effect wasn’t lost on Azula.
“Afraid to look, Ty Lee? Afraid to look and see what you’ve done?”
There was the eerie clanking of metal on metal, and then she could feel the prisoner’s barely warm breath on the back of her legs. It reminded Ty Lee of how stupidly close she was to the woman who, even in chains, could probably injure her mortally. (Don’t move, stand strong, she’d never do anything to strong people…)
“I could’ve been something, you know. Something other than a chained up woman. If you’d stayed.”
“Don’t spin me on one of your guilt trips.” A tone very close to anger was in the pink woman’s voice. The breath on the back of her legs paused for a second, then started up again, faster. “I didn’t come here to feel sorry for you.”
“Then why did you come, Ty? It certainly wasn’t to wish me happy birthday, was it? Because you missed my birthday by a month.” Three sharp points dug into her calf, and she hissed. “Ungrateful. All of you. I should have you all banished, is what I should do.”
“Yeah, whatever.”
And the taste of sarcasm and irony just burned the inside of the contortionist’s mouth, but she just nearly bit back a mention about her previous friend’s lack of power. (Some things haven’t changed that much.)
“I only came to…because Mai wanted me to come.”
“Pathetic excuse.”
“Shut up.” Tears came, and her nose clogged, and damn it she promised she wasn’t going to get upset over this. (You’re not supposed to get upset when you come to a jail cell for closure, but what kind of an argument is that?) “Just shut up, Azula. I didn’t even want to come here to this stupid cell and see you. Why would I want to see you? You locked me up in a prison for a month because I stopped you from killing my friend.”
“That’s it, isn’t it? That’s how you rationalize out your betrayal. Pathetic, pathetic lies, almost more so than Zuzu.” More chain rattling. The breathing felt labored now.
“You know what? This is pathetic. This is a lie.”
Finally, she moved away from the bars of the cage. Metal clunked on metal as Azula reached out to-she could only assume-try and hold on to her leg. It didn’t work.
“You’re right, Azula. I have changed. And I’ve learned, and I’ve practiced, and I’ve moved on.” The gymnast finally looked at the woman chained up, and could barely even recognize what was there (this can’t possibly be the person I knew). “It was really hard, but I did it. I think that was always your problem, ‘Zula. You could never move on from anything.”
Silence, awkward and tiring, filled the small stone room. Azula just stared at Ty Lee, and Ty Lee just stared at Azula. Only one thing came from the open, pale lips of the once-great Firebender:
“You wouldn’t be here if you’d actually moved on.”
And Ty Lee walked out, without a second glance towards the rattling chains and too-dark room.
(Closure shouldn’t feel like hurt.)
A/N-...Ok, so if you read that and had absolutely no frickin' idea what the point was, don't feel alone, because I don't either. Other than a random splurge of prison!angst, I'm not entirely sure what that was for. Um.
And, guess what? MORE CHALLENGES. I don't have time to write anything. D:
This time, the lucky comm is 50scenes.
So...um, I'm not entirely sure what's going on here, but I have a rough outline. (I don't work with prompt tables much.) Basically, you're supposed to write a scene on one of the prompts from the five prompt tables.
Before putting in all the tables, though, I'm going to define my definition of scene. Scene, to me, is just a glimpse into the characters' lives. Mostly like the fics I've been writing lately (coughcoughMisguidedcoughcough). Just to be clear.
The prompts.
I'm pretty sure the reason I'm getting sucked into this challange is because, usually, all I write are scenes. It's not that I don't LIKE story plots, I'm just...erm, kinda lazy and don't want to write them all the time. IT'S BETTER THAN IT SOUNDS, I SWEAR. So this really fits me.
...And I'm really tempted to start writing on this for PW, too. The plot bunnies, they kill me. ;_;
EDIT-HAH HAH HAH YOU GUYS. I just read the way to do the 50claims lists, and you only pick one table.
...Oh well, screw it. I'm going to be an idiot and try to tackle them all at once. :D