Shell Shock
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Avatar - The Last Airbender › AU/AR - Alternate Universe/Alternate Reality › Het- Male/Female
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
13
Views:
4,644
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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.
Sokka?
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.
----Socka?----
He leaves during the day and returns at night. I slept most of the time so it didn't matter to me that I was alone for most of it. The fire in the center of the igloo kept me warm along with the pelts.
Sometimes when he came back he was angry and the fire flared and blazed to match his flashing eyes. Mostly, though, he was tired and saddened. Looking at me seemed to make him more weary and sad. He always looked away first as if something in me pained him to look at.
The fire always burned strong and bright.
I remembered before that Sokka had often let the fire burn out. Then he would curse and moan and whine as he struggled to relit the dry logs with our flint stones. There were no flint stones in our igloo and the fire never went out.
I stopped calling him Sokka in my mind.
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Any guesses as to who "he" is?
----Socka?----
He leaves during the day and returns at night. I slept most of the time so it didn't matter to me that I was alone for most of it. The fire in the center of the igloo kept me warm along with the pelts.
Sometimes when he came back he was angry and the fire flared and blazed to match his flashing eyes. Mostly, though, he was tired and saddened. Looking at me seemed to make him more weary and sad. He always looked away first as if something in me pained him to look at.
The fire always burned strong and bright.
I remembered before that Sokka had often let the fire burn out. Then he would curse and moan and whine as he struggled to relit the dry logs with our flint stones. There were no flint stones in our igloo and the fire never went out.
I stopped calling him Sokka in my mind.
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Any guesses as to who "he" is?