aestusgonzalo

Summary: The Avatar was (never) alone. -- a double drabble about the Avatar State as a hive mind In her mind, she heard them all-- hundreds of voices leftover from hundreds of lifetimes passed-- a soft constant hum as she opened herself to them and they to her. They welcomed her with open arms, the youngest and newest of them. They welcomed her, and she became them. She was a son; she was a daughter. Sometimes, a pacifist; sometimes, a killer. She was a soldier, a nurturer, a thief, a poet, a tyrant. She was all of them, and they became her. When she opened her eyes, irises glowing white, she saw the world with each lifetime's eyes. * E