Shell Shock
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Avatar - The Last Airbender › AU/AR - Alternate Universe/Alternate Reality › Het- Male/Female
Rating:
Adult
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13
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Category:
Avatar - The Last Airbender › AU/AR - Alternate Universe/Alternate Reality › Het- Male/Female
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
13
Views:
4,651
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Avatar: The Last Airbender, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Hands
Summary: I am drowning in a pool of hazy mist that coats a darkness over my eyes. A constant fog surrounds me. I feel as if I am hearing, seeing, speaking, all underwater. Somewhere submerged deep inside me something is screaming, hysterically crying, breaking, but it is so far down that I hardly notice. It is ever present, a nuisance to my hazy reality that annoys like a persistent gnat. Disturbing images plague my mind and memory, taunting in their familiarity... So I sleep.
----Hands----
It is night and I cannot sleep. An odd occurrence, considering. There is a pulling from within, demanding of me something I do not know how to give. The full moon reflects off the icy floor where shadows from the fire dance.
He sleeps restlessly, an arms length from me, having drifted from his customary corner sometime during the night. His brow is furrowed and I watch his eyes move erratically under his lids. I am struck with the strange urge to brush the hair from his forehead. His outstretched hand clenches the air, grasping, searching for something, as the rest of his body strains in the thrall of his dreams. I reach out and our palms align, like corresponding shapes.
I wonder if his dreams mirror mine. I wonder if he sees the same faces in his dreams that I see in mine.
I hold his hand through the night and wonder.
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I don't know if I like this one very much... also please review.
----Hands----
It is night and I cannot sleep. An odd occurrence, considering. There is a pulling from within, demanding of me something I do not know how to give. The full moon reflects off the icy floor where shadows from the fire dance.
He sleeps restlessly, an arms length from me, having drifted from his customary corner sometime during the night. His brow is furrowed and I watch his eyes move erratically under his lids. I am struck with the strange urge to brush the hair from his forehead. His outstretched hand clenches the air, grasping, searching for something, as the rest of his body strains in the thrall of his dreams. I reach out and our palms align, like corresponding shapes.
I wonder if his dreams mirror mine. I wonder if he sees the same faces in his dreams that I see in mine.
I hold his hand through the night and wonder.
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I don't know if I like this one very much... also please review.