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And it freaking took me long enough. >:P But I have one Avatar fic, and I'm not waiting until I've managed the second one to post it. It has ended up being something entirely different from what I set out to write? And I'm hoping I caught the way Aang talks right, and I'm not sure it's that good. << And I could on like this forever. :P So I will just shut up now.
Talking To The Air
I remember being the Avatar. Not like normal memories of playing or learning from the monks at the Air Temple. Those memories are mine, I know them. Not like when I'm the Avatar, when it's me but not me.
There are other memories, like... things that I do without thinking and then think - Wait, I don't know this! . Then I realize it was another lifetime, another me who learned how to do that. I don't really like those memories, because it always reminds me. I'm the Avatar, I'm the big hero who's going to save the world, you know. I wanted... to go places, to do things that were fun to me, even if I did learn how in another life. I just wanted to be Aang.
I'm not sure they get it. Though I bet Kitara suspects, she's smart that way. So I'm the Avatar, and I have to go and learn Waterbending and stuff - but that's not going to stop me having fun! One of the things I learned, after the Temple, is it's important for me to be Aang, too. Like all that experiance from past lives is telling me I can't be a good Avatar without being Aang, too.
Trying to figure out the balance is hard, though. I know I'm getting better at it, remembering more people. I remembered her, though, and I don't like to think of what she'd have thought about me staying so long in that village.
***
The light is only just showing, in one of those beautiful sunrises she still isn't used to. For a minute Kitara just stares as it happens, enjoying being able to see the light change and grow so quickly. Then she notices Aang's empty bedroll. "Sokka!" she hisses. Then she remembers who she's talking to, and just what the odds are of her getting him up with only words.
She's only started to get out of hers when she hears the sound of his voice. So she stops and shifts around, trying to see where he is. A few minutes' worth of improving light, and she notices him a few feet away from the camp.
Sitting just above the ground in a position of meditation. "Aang?" she calls, and stifles her giggle when he drops to the ground with a yelp.
By the time she's gotten up, Aang is on his feet again. He turns that bright smile on her. "Good morning, Kitara! Ready to go ride hog-monkies?"
Talking To The Air
I remember being the Avatar. Not like normal memories of playing or learning from the monks at the Air Temple. Those memories are mine, I know them. Not like when I'm the Avatar, when it's me but not me.
There are other memories, like... things that I do without thinking and then think - Wait, I don't know this! . Then I realize it was another lifetime, another me who learned how to do that. I don't really like those memories, because it always reminds me. I'm the Avatar, I'm the big hero who's going to save the world, you know. I wanted... to go places, to do things that were fun to me, even if I did learn how in another life. I just wanted to be Aang.
I'm not sure they get it. Though I bet Kitara suspects, she's smart that way. So I'm the Avatar, and I have to go and learn Waterbending and stuff - but that's not going to stop me having fun! One of the things I learned, after the Temple, is it's important for me to be Aang, too. Like all that experiance from past lives is telling me I can't be a good Avatar without being Aang, too.
Trying to figure out the balance is hard, though. I know I'm getting better at it, remembering more people. I remembered her, though, and I don't like to think of what she'd have thought about me staying so long in that village.
***
The light is only just showing, in one of those beautiful sunrises she still isn't used to. For a minute Kitara just stares as it happens, enjoying being able to see the light change and grow so quickly. Then she notices Aang's empty bedroll. "Sokka!" she hisses. Then she remembers who she's talking to, and just what the odds are of her getting him up with only words.
She's only started to get out of hers when she hears the sound of his voice. So she stops and shifts around, trying to see where he is. A few minutes' worth of improving light, and she notices him a few feet away from the camp.
Sitting just above the ground in a position of meditation. "Aang?" she calls, and stifles her giggle when he drops to the ground with a yelp.
By the time she's gotten up, Aang is on his feet again. He turns that bright smile on her. "Good morning, Kitara! Ready to go ride hog-monkies?"
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