Prompt Post 2.0
With the season finale behind us I figure we'll have an explosion of prompts soon. So, new prompt post. Please post any new prompts in this post. But you can always find fic or fill more prompts in the original prompt post.
Rules!1) One prompt per post, please! If you have multiple prompts, no worries, just make separate posts for each. Please ( Read more... )
Rules!1) One prompt per post, please! If you have multiple prompts, no worries, just make separate posts for each. Please ( Read more... )
Water is drawn from his lungs in a stream. He feels it before he sees it. When he inhales again the air grates, sticks down his throat. His back arches. He can't breathe properly, struggles to escape his own ribs, knows something must have snapped already but can't identify what.
His shoulders are being clamped together, restricted. He gasps, tries to cough as everything burns as his face burns. He tilts, off-balance in his own skull. The grip does not lessen even though he can't feel his right side at all, it's numb and the breath drives into him harder, irregular, uneven like a saw. Something else bubbles out through his lips--hot and wet and thick. He can't see. There are dark shapes flaring in front of his eyes. Spirits, his face is burning his eyes are burning the vice around him remains let me breathe I can't, I can't ( ... )
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But yeah... to be realistic I don't see how things could get better for Tarrlok but a not-a-total downer ending isn't impossible either... so we'll see! :)
Have a good day/night!
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Just... oh my god. No words. Just feels.
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I...don't know what words I can use but this is amazing and tragic and I can definitely see this happening. The despair, and the stark descriptions of emotion and the part with the mask...wow.
"Tarrlok can’t think about the man Noatak became. He can’t think about whether choosing differently might have made a difference. He can’t."
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There is rarely an answer. He finds that ironic.
He begins seeing things out of the corner of his eye. The hooded figure, porcelain closer to bone picked clean. It is unfocused, fleeting as a shadow. When Tarrlok looks directly he finds nothing there.
At first he apologizes, tries to explain himself only to have the words die on the tip of his tongue. It doesn’t make any difference, because like everything else the damage is done and Noatak is dead and innocent people went to prison because of him and he’s bloodbent the Avatar, the council, the chief of police. Three children. In the end he couldn’t protect anybody. History will remember him as a corrupt, dangerous official and history will be right ( ... )
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