Smellershot Fluff by LittleTorturedRobin, literature
Literature
Smellershot Fluff
Forever Ago Feels Like Yesterday
In the darkness of night, when she thought no one was watching her, Smellerbee leaned against the cold railing, letting sea-spray find its way up onto her face. It wet the deep blue fabric of her headband, and collected in the wispy tips of her unruly shock of brown hair. The waters they traveled through wound along the edges of the boat, swirling and rushing like the winds she longed to fly away on. Steadied by the humming of the ship, she glanced at her small calloused hands, illuminated by the light of a flickering lantern against a dark and watery backdrop. So many scars. They were all ingrained in her me
As soon as the Gaang reluctantly left Longshot and Smellerbee behind to guard their fading leader Jet, Smellerbee turned to Longshot and urged, "Hurry, we have to get him out of here! We can't leave him behind no matter what."
They both knew of the stories heard in the poorer circles of the city about what the Dai Li did to enemies of the state.
Longshot delicately slung Jet over his shoulder as carefully as he could, but the fallen Freedom Fighter groaned weakly, "No Longshot. Leave me. I'm done."
