Cold
Cold
She moves slow, as if in a dream. He remembers times when it wasn't so. When she was wild and viscious like the sea, yet tranquil and serene like the garden's pond under the full moon.
He desired her then, longed to conquer her and make her his. But she refused, was unwilling and prideful. It made his blood boil with heat and blinded his mind.
Those words, like poison, ate at his heart and before he knew it, he had done as his sister had said. She was unaware when she drank the water. It was an underhanded move, dishonorable. His uncle had said as much, but he could no longer resist, could no longer wait.
And sip by sip, her will was dimmed, her brilliance faded, her edge turned dull.
In the dungeons, they curse his name. In his bed, there is the body of a waterbender and although she is alive, she has lost her warmth and turned cold.
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She moves slow, as if in a dream. He remembers times when it wasn't so. When she was wild and viscious like the sea, yet tranquil and serene like the garden's pond under the full moon.
He desired her then, longed to conquer her and make her his. But she refused, was unwilling and prideful. It made his blood boil with heat and blinded his mind.
Those words, like poison, ate at his heart and before he knew it, he had done as his sister had said. She was unaware when she drank the water. It was an underhanded move, dishonorable. His uncle had said as much, but he could no longer resist, could no longer wait.
And sip by sip, her will was dimmed, her brilliance faded, her edge turned dull.
In the dungeons, they curse his name. In his bed, there is the body of a waterbender and although she is alive, she has lost her warmth and turned cold.
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