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Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender
Claim: Teo
Other characters/pairings: Teo's father and village
Table/Theme Name & Number: VI, #8 Ocean
Rating: PG
Warnings: death
Summary: "A long time ago, but not a hundred years, my people became refugees after a terrible flood. My infant son, Teo, was badly hurt and lost his mother." ~~The Mechanist. Episode 17
Teo was born in the morning, and his father considered the fact that this was what had made him the first to do anything. As an infant, he had woken up every day before the sun had even started peeking over the edge of the horizon. His mother would wake groggily to see Teo with his chubby little arms outstretched to the dawn and his legs kicking.
Teo was the first of the three babies born that year to reach every milestone. His eyes opened first, he smiled before the others did, and he was the first to crawl. The inventor couldn’t be prouder of his baby boy, who already was following the example his father had set for him.
Then the flood came.
It was in the middle of the night. Perhaps it was a result of the rains the month before, or perhaps the flood was caused by the Northern Water Tribe in a last-ditch effort to keep the Fire Nation at bay. In the end it didn’t matter, really. What use is there to classify a disaster?
There was no way to have predicted it. The inventor had to keep telling himself that as he dug through the wreckage, hunting for any sign of his little family. He cursed aloud at the flying machine prototype he was using to dig. It had kept him away at Ba Sing Se University when he could have been here, protecting his family. Beside him, the other bedraggled survivors cleared away debris, hunting for all of the lost souls in his village.
The inventor only looked for two. The world fell away when he levered up a plank to reveal the back of a hand. He didn’t remember shouting, but he must have, for everyone in the village immediately pitched in and the remnants of his inventions were dragged away to reveal his young wife, face-down in the water.
Tears streaming down his face, the inventor clutched her still body to his heart. He was barely able to see someone coated with mud reach down and pluck another bundle from the desk where he’d invented all those useless things.
The midwife (was it her? everything was so coated with mud) exclaimed as she snatched the bundle away from the other villager. Holding the baby carefully, she pressed down on Teo’s little chest with two fingers, just as the inventor gathered his wits about him and began to pump his wife’s chest as well.
Teo was the first to cough up the muddy water, and he was the first to cry when he couldn’t kick his legs. He was the only one brought back from the dead that day.
Claim: Teo
Other characters/pairings: Teo's father and village
Table/Theme Name & Number: VI, #8 Ocean
Rating: PG
Warnings: death
Summary: "A long time ago, but not a hundred years, my people became refugees after a terrible flood. My infant son, Teo, was badly hurt and lost his mother." ~~The Mechanist. Episode 17
Teo was born in the morning, and his father considered the fact that this was what had made him the first to do anything. As an infant, he had woken up every day before the sun had even started peeking over the edge of the horizon. His mother would wake groggily to see Teo with his chubby little arms outstretched to the dawn and his legs kicking.
Teo was the first of the three babies born that year to reach every milestone. His eyes opened first, he smiled before the others did, and he was the first to crawl. The inventor couldn’t be prouder of his baby boy, who already was following the example his father had set for him.
Then the flood came.
It was in the middle of the night. Perhaps it was a result of the rains the month before, or perhaps the flood was caused by the Northern Water Tribe in a last-ditch effort to keep the Fire Nation at bay. In the end it didn’t matter, really. What use is there to classify a disaster?
There was no way to have predicted it. The inventor had to keep telling himself that as he dug through the wreckage, hunting for any sign of his little family. He cursed aloud at the flying machine prototype he was using to dig. It had kept him away at Ba Sing Se University when he could have been here, protecting his family. Beside him, the other bedraggled survivors cleared away debris, hunting for all of the lost souls in his village.
The inventor only looked for two. The world fell away when he levered up a plank to reveal the back of a hand. He didn’t remember shouting, but he must have, for everyone in the village immediately pitched in and the remnants of his inventions were dragged away to reveal his young wife, face-down in the water.
Tears streaming down his face, the inventor clutched her still body to his heart. He was barely able to see someone coated with mud reach down and pluck another bundle from the desk where he’d invented all those useless things.
The midwife (was it her? everything was so coated with mud) exclaimed as she snatched the bundle away from the other villager. Holding the baby carefully, she pressed down on Teo’s little chest with two fingers, just as the inventor gathered his wits about him and began to pump his wife’s chest as well.
Teo was the first to cough up the muddy water, and he was the first to cry when he couldn’t kick his legs. He was the only one brought back from the dead that day.