"Well, since we finished everything on the list, I thought I'd make a new one."
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So my personal writing hasn't gotten me anywhere. I've been so busy with homework and life. My globs, my Grammar class is tons of fun--diagramming sentences, woo!--but it's also a crazy amount of work. It takes up all of my time, even the time needed for my other classes--which don't require that much work, just a lot of reading. Thank ( Read more... )
So my personal writing hasn't gotten me anywhere. I've been so busy with homework and life. My globs, my Grammar class is tons of fun--diagramming sentences, woo!--but it's also a crazy amount of work. It takes up all of my time, even the time needed for my other classes--which don't require that much work, just a lot of reading. Thank ( Read more... )
Confession
Careful footsteps led her toward the prison. Her dark traveling cloak masked her form from curious eyes as she walked in the faded light of the moon. The city was quiet this time of night but for the chirping of lava-crickets, a noise she had missed in her time of exile.
She was glad to be back with her son after so long, glad to once again live in the place that would always be home to her heart; however, there was one last thing that needed to be done before her soul would be at peace.
Though the building was heavily guarded, the sentries made way for her when she lowered her hood, bowing their heads in respect and turning away to act as if they had never seen her. They knew why she was there. One man even pointed her in the needed direction while looking the other way without her having to say anything.
Words sat on the edge of her tongue, words that had so long been waiting to be used; words she hadn’t even known had been there until it had been too late to use them. Now she had a chance, a chance to set things right for herself.
While large torches lined the walls, there was no warmth given by them. The handle to the cell door was cold to the touch.
With a loud creaking the door swung open, the soft light from the hall spilling into the small dark room and alighting on a huddled shadow behind the bars. The shadow moved at the noise, and a glowering face looked up at her.
She saw the sunken eyes widen in surprise, but the man quickly covered it up with a shadow of his old smug look.
“So. Come back, have you? I was getting tired of that traitor coming to ask of your whereabouts.”
Ursa stepped into the din, taking in her former husband’s haggard appearance and the smell of one who had not bathed in some time. He wore what looked like torn rags, and what parts of his greasy long hair that weren’t tangled like the nests of animals fell around his shoulders and face in clumps. He sat on a dirty cot.
For a moment words failed her. It was hard to imagine that this unkempt human being had once been the strong, ambitious man she had wed. Yet the feeling was still there. A feeling it had taken so long for her to recognize, even after all he had done.
“I’ve come to tell you something,” she finally said. “And I’m sorry it took so long for me to say it.”
Ozai’s brows rose high onto his forehead, eyes glinting with suspicion . “Oh?”
And then the words finally came, and she felt a wondrous release upon saying them.
“I love you. I have always loved you, though before I hadn’t realized it. I hope telling you will ease your hardened soul as much as it has mine.”
For a time there was silence, but before it could be broken, she left. On her way back to the palace, her spirit felt freer and lighter than it ever had.
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thank you for filling this! :3♥♥♥
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I tried something for Longshot/Smellerbee but I couldn't get their personalities down. I stuck with two characters that I have some experience with.
It would be interesting if they somehow ended up together again. I don't see it happening, but still.
You're welcome! It was a fun prompt! <3
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