I never thought I would do a drabble series. Ever. But I have six or seven Taang drabbles gathering virtual dust, and they aren't half bad, in my opinion. So here I am, hoping that I can handle the commitment and keep on writing. Because I can't seem to do that for that one story...the Teen Titans one...yeah...So I'm going to love this and nurture it like my own child.
Hopefully.
This first one was written quite a while back. Inspired by...Bubbly, by Colbie Caillat.
Disclaimer: Why no, I don't own Avatar!
"In the swamp, we see visions of people we've lost...people we loved...Time is an illusion, and so is death."
Aang bit his lip as those words echoed through his head for the millionth time.
"Hurry up, Twinkletoes!"
He looked up at the girl who was climbing the long white staircase of the Southern air temple above him. He had to admit, he was lagging behind.
"I'm coming, I'm coming!"
He dashed up towards her, but suddenly she was running too.
"Too late! You'll never catch me!"
She let out a gleeful laugh as they charged up the stairs; hardly caring about how dangerous it was to be running up these crumbling old steps, with miles to fall below them. After all, they could sense the places where the stone was especially weak.
When she reached the top of the stairs, she didn't stop. She turned and dashed off in a random direction. Aang followed her, catching sight of her heels whipping around a corner. He grinned as he rushed into a room after her.
It was a dead end.
She stood in front of a large statue of a meditating monk. He tore across the room towards her, and she darted out of the way. He chased her in circles a few times, then gave a mighty leap, boosted by a bit of airbending.
They were tumbling across the floor in a fit of laughter.
And then they were sitting outside, watching the sunset. Or at least, Aang was watching the sunset. Toph was sitting next to him, with her head resting on his shoulder.
She was just listening to the twilight and feeling the warm summer breeze dance across her face.
"In the swamp, we see visions of people we've lost…people we loved."
Aang frowned.
Every time he was feeling genuinely happy with Toph, those words came back to haunt him.
He had guessed what they might foreshadow long ago.
"Don't think about it so much."
He turned towards Toph.
"What?"
She shrugged.
"I don't know, whatever's bothering you."
Aang looked at her for a moment longer, before turning back towards the rapidly shrinking sun.
A smile slowly crossed his lips.
Aw, ain't that sweet?
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