#press goes insane. storm never smiles not even for his own podiums. whats going on here

[feketeribizli]

normalest way to look at your buddy after he wins his first gp (and you dnf'ed)

[avatraang]

Summary: Legend says the world was thrown into turmoil that morning. The elements trembled. People as far away as Harbor Town claim to have felt the earth quake, and those at sea as distant as the coast of Akahime swear to the Spirits that a tsunami threatened to devastate their lands. Any flames within a twenty-mile radius reportedly shot up, burning holes into ceilings and ruining breakfasts. Lamps are said to have burst and shattered. Air acolytes claim a breeze swept through the compounds, so strong it cut down a tree that had stood on the island for over a hundred years. Of course, this is all legend. Speculation. Gossip.

[The death of an old friend, as told through the eyes of the Kyoshi Warrior who fought alongside him. Canonical Character death. Tokka. Oneshot.]

Notes: My martial arts teacher always used to tell me thumbs are good for breaking (points to you if you can guess why). I had the opportunity to slip that into this fic, so I did. That’s probably the only happy part of this fic. Other than that, welcome to Angst Hour, as told from Suki’s pov. I wrote this super sleep deprived at past midnight, so like. Sorry:(

I got the two quotes used in this fic super stuck in my head. Like, insanely stuck. Before I knew it, I started writing and this was the result. Yes, I shamelessly plugged them into this fic. No, I’m not sorry lmao.

Listen to any sad song for feels, but listen to “Without You” by forKING&COUNTRY for ALL the feels. Thanks for reading, hope you enjoy this angst show.

Preview:

This is how it goes:

The world is thrown into turmoil the morning he dies. The elements tremble. People as far away as Harbor Town claim to have felt the earth quake, and those at sea as distant as the coast of Akahime swear to the Spirits that a tsunami threatened to devastate their lands. Any flames within a twenty-mile radius reportedly shot up, burning holes into ceilings and ruining breakfasts. Lamps are said to have burst and shattered. Air acolytes claim a breeze swept through the compounds, so strong it cut down a tree that had stood on the island for over a hundred years.

Of course, this is all legend. Speculation. Gossip. Harbor Town is notorious for earthquakes – just because one was stronger than usual that day, and could be felt in Republic City, did not mean anything. Strong waves are not unusual during that time of year; it had been hurricane season, and both Akahime and Republic City had already suffered strong tropical storms. Electricity is still a new concept – a few households having their wiring destroyed isn’t unheard of. The tree that was cut down was unspeakably old; anyone could have looked at it wrong, and it would have fallen over.

This is what Lin tells the press, later, when asked if she and her family had been responsible for the sheer havoc the elements had been sent into. After all, few families are capable of such destruction. Her family is the strongest contender. “Just a coincidence,” Lin says, blinking through the flash of cameras. “My family and friends would never let their grief overwhelm them this way, even for someone as dear to our hearts as Chief Sokka of the Southern Water Tribe.”

To Lin’s credit, there is in fact a coincidence.

If one were to look closely, they would see these patterns repeated throughout history. When Avatar Aang had died, there were reports of similar occurrences. Going further back, to the demise of Chief Hakoda, one could see the same pattern. Preceding that, the death if Firelady Mai; the Fire Sages are said to still speak of the unnatural manner in which the elements composed themselves that night. Backwards still, to General Iroh’s quiet passing, there are those who will claim events akin to those that happened the morning of Chief Sokka’s death. None of the cases before were reportedly quite as strong as Sokka’s, but his death was much more sudden than the others. Less time to get the grief of powerful benders in check. If it really was them.

If, indeed. Though admittedly a strange coincidence, who’s to say it is anything more? The evidence is documentary at best, testimonial at worst. Nothing that would hold up in court.

Suki sees the look on Lin’s face as she steps off the podium, face blank as she walks with her, back towards the boat that would take them to Air Temple Island. “You did well.” Suki pats her shoulder. Lin is a head taller than her, imposing and strong. Yet when she looks at Suki, the child in her is visible. It breaks her heart.

“I learned from the best.” Lin motions for Suki to board the boat first. Tenzin had offered to give them a ride, but Lin had ignored him. Suki isn’t sure why she came, but she’s glad she did.

As the boat hurries along towards Air Temple Island, Suki gives Lin a closed-lipped smile. “He was always so proud of you.” The sun is setting. It stains the sky, breathtakingly beautiful.

There’s a bittersweet note to her voice when Lin responds. It seeps through like rain does in an ill-built house. “I know.” She says. “That’s why this is so hard.”

And, well. What can Suki say to that?

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