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“I can’t breathe!” Zukka for the ask game! It could go in wildly different directions, I feel.
For this prompt game!
(Can be read as a follow-up to this earlier prompt!)
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“I can’t breathe,” Sokka gasps, trying to make himself take careful, deliberate breaths and feeling like there’s no room for his lungs to expand, no space for anything to collapse on his exhales, no possible place air could fit, his whole torso tight and strained and—
“You can breathe,” Zuko says, unconcerned, and Sokka risks disrupting the careful equilibrium of his torso to glance over at Zuko sprawled out next to him on the sand, eyes closed and face relaxed and shirt long since disappeared because it’s Zuko and any socially acceptable opportunity to be half naked in public is one to take.
🫠I’m dying at work and ready to be spooked
The sun rises over the horizon, streaks of light falling around a shape that should not be there. Even with morning arriving, the beach town is drowned by shadows; the backlit shape between them, and the warmth of the day.
Eddie is awakened by a handful of kids knocking down his door, demanding he comes with them as the adult supervision that their excursions so often demands. He questions the darkness where he should be bathed in light from the window above his bed, especially as the blinking numbers of the clock on his nightstand say it's close to noon, but does not have time to ponder as the knocks grow heavier. Knowing that answers will likely come from the source of the knocks, he hurriedly gets dressed and shoves the door open, only to be met with a flashlight to the face.
A round of hurried apologies mixed in with explanations and theories as the kids talk over each other later, Eddie finds himself standing on the beach.
There is a giant in the ocean.
The sun has reached the giant's head, lighting up a crown of golden hair like a halo. If not for the impossibility of this being, whose torso is coming out of the water (and Eddie did not realise the ocean was deep enough to cut this giant - whose shadow is drowning his town in shadow - in half), Eddie would call the vision it made mesmerising. As it stands, all he can do is stare, mouth open, as the kids try to force him towards a boat that they have somehow acquired keys to.
He has never steered a boat before, but any anxiety that might have brought him is drowned by the terror he feels steering himself and six kids towards a giant that had somehow risen from the ocean overnight, without disturbing the town.
At least the sky is getting brighter.