"The state of things"
Title: The state of things
Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender
Author: Yenneffer
Type: drabble
Timeframe: Book 2 or 3, AU
Rating: PG
Character(s): Azula, Aang
Genres: General, Tragedy, Character Study
Warnings: Character Death
Summary: Almost perfect is never good enough.
A/N: I have only watched till half of the Book 2, so this little drabble may possibly be AU. I just thought it was unfair that poor Zuko had to face an ‘Avatar state’ on his very first meeting with Aang and Azula has yet to experience it (so, even though Zuko is not present and the drabble is sort-of Azula’s character study, it is still a tribute to him *wink*). Also, in my skewed head-canon Azula wanted to be the Avatar when she was a child (or rather, to have his powers to use them for evil? *grins* If that makes any sense at all).
The state of things
She’s perfect -
the form flows through her, the energy raging and tearing through her veins, the fire in her solidifying into this purest of powers (that-be, no past or future but this glorious moment of now)
− it bursts free and the lightning goes out, out, out and through the air, cutting into other elements as if they were but an illusion of power (they are), as if they were nothing.
There is a fraction of a second where she is left behind the light and the force of it, only the sound of thunder, always following the blast.
She is calm and precise and per−
(The Avatar is furious)
His anger is crystallised like the solid hail that pours in an avalanche from the skies, the rumbling of the Earth (old, ancient, and monstrous if you have enough time to marvel, and it is time for fear) echoes beneath his words of judgement. The wind tugs and whips, uncontrollable (for her, always for her, she isn’t−)
The fire within her alights at his call, and the light invading her eyes compresses her body into hurt/toomuch/notenoughspace.
It’s a matter of now, no past and no future here.
His anger and power are palpable and complete as he stands there, the epicentre of the four elements and...
He is power itself.
She isn’t (perfect enough)
(−Him).
Now dies Princess Azula of the Fire Nation.
(there are no rumbles of thunder
following after her lightning,
meagre and incomplete as it is)
The End
Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender
Author: Yenneffer
Type: drabble
Timeframe: Book 2 or 3, AU
Rating: PG
Character(s): Azula, Aang
Genres: General, Tragedy, Character Study
Warnings: Character Death
Summary: Almost perfect is never good enough.
A/N: I have only watched till half of the Book 2, so this little drabble may possibly be AU. I just thought it was unfair that poor Zuko had to face an ‘Avatar state’ on his very first meeting with Aang and Azula has yet to experience it (so, even though Zuko is not present and the drabble is sort-of Azula’s character study, it is still a tribute to him *wink*). Also, in my skewed head-canon Azula wanted to be the Avatar when she was a child (or rather, to have his powers to use them for evil? *grins* If that makes any sense at all).
The state of things
She’s perfect -
the form flows through her, the energy raging and tearing through her veins, the fire in her solidifying into this purest of powers (that-be, no past or future but this glorious moment of now)
− it bursts free and the lightning goes out, out, out and through the air, cutting into other elements as if they were but an illusion of power (they are), as if they were nothing.
There is a fraction of a second where she is left behind the light and the force of it, only the sound of thunder, always following the blast.
She is calm and precise and per−
(The Avatar is furious)
His anger is crystallised like the solid hail that pours in an avalanche from the skies, the rumbling of the Earth (old, ancient, and monstrous if you have enough time to marvel, and it is time for fear) echoes beneath his words of judgement. The wind tugs and whips, uncontrollable (for her, always for her, she isn’t−)
The fire within her alights at his call, and the light invading her eyes compresses her body into hurt/toomuch/notenoughspace.
It’s a matter of now, no past and no future here.
His anger and power are palpable and complete as he stands there, the epicentre of the four elements and...
He is power itself.
She isn’t (perfect enough)
(−Him).
Now dies Princess Azula of the Fire Nation.
(there are no rumbles of thunder
following after her lightning,
meagre and incomplete as it is)
The End