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Summary: Jake used to have dreams of flying.
Rating: K
Notes: I can't remember if this was noted in the film or this was a comment made by me or my boyfriend.
Set in the middle of the film.
Haven't finished watching it yet, so I don't know if this gets addressed later on.
Extreme third-person limited. XD;;
Genre: General
Word count: 549
Status: Complete
Jake used to have dreams of flying. He'd had them before the incident, but that kind of flying had been the assisted kind, boxed in by metal and the harsh roar of the engine. After, they became free-flying; just him, the open sky and nothing else.
But he knew those were dreams. He knew that. It wasn't exactly hard because that couldn't be done in any way shape or form.
And then he found out exactly what his brother was part of, what he'd been training for.
The avatars gave him one thing that he didn't think he could get back. Just waking up being able to properly feel his toes and have them responding to him... He couldn't describe it. Not exactly or precisely, but that was why he became a marine and his brother a scientist. He found out that walking was just like riding a bike: you never really forgot and even if you thought you had, it only took you a couple of minutes to get used to it again.
After that, he was learning. Learning pretty much everything that could be taught it seemed like. Language, tracking, culture, hunting, gestures, riding.
Riding was weird.
Connect yourself to the direhorse? Seeing them... tentacles from the bottom of his braid and how they twisted together with the tentacles of the direhorse like they had a mind of their own was different, and then it suddenly just wasn't. He could feel what the direhorse was feeling, the dirt under their feet, breathing through their chest, the power in their legs. They felt 'as one', as cheesy as that sounded.
Riding was also hard when you were both the rider and what was being riden.
Every day, there was just something else, something new to learn, even if it was just to refine what he thought he knew perfectly.
And then he found out about the banshees. Big flying things, big enough to ride easily. When Neytiri said that they only bonded with one na'vi in their entire lifetime, he sighed inside but contented himself with watching the joy and exhiliration on Neytiri's face as she flew, trying to imagine what it felt like. He wasn't na'vi, which kept getting pointed out to him every day one way or another, so a banshee would never choose him as a partner.
Except one did, and he found that his imagination didn't even come close to the reality.
But he was now had two realities: one where he could do pretty much anything he wanted -running, jumping sure-footed from tree branch to tree branch, flying- and one where he was always at waist-height, bound to a wheelchair and simple tasks such as moving from his chair to the bed wasn't just one smooth action for him.
His life as a human was feeling more like a nightmare every time he learned something new with his avatar body, something that he could never do with his human one, and then waking up knowing that he couldn't do it.
And more and more, he wanted to stay with the na'vi, and not just because he had complete control over his legs.
He had dreamed about flying before and it had come true; to have a second dream come true just wouldn't happen.
Summary: Jake used to have dreams of flying.
Rating: K
Notes: I can't remember if this was noted in the film or this was a comment made by me or my boyfriend.
Set in the middle of the film.
Haven't finished watching it yet, so I don't know if this gets addressed later on.
Extreme third-person limited. XD;;
Genre: General
Word count: 549
Status: Complete
Jake used to have dreams of flying. He'd had them before the incident, but that kind of flying had been the assisted kind, boxed in by metal and the harsh roar of the engine. After, they became free-flying; just him, the open sky and nothing else.
But he knew those were dreams. He knew that. It wasn't exactly hard because that couldn't be done in any way shape or form.
And then he found out exactly what his brother was part of, what he'd been training for.
The avatars gave him one thing that he didn't think he could get back. Just waking up being able to properly feel his toes and have them responding to him... He couldn't describe it. Not exactly or precisely, but that was why he became a marine and his brother a scientist. He found out that walking was just like riding a bike: you never really forgot and even if you thought you had, it only took you a couple of minutes to get used to it again.
After that, he was learning. Learning pretty much everything that could be taught it seemed like. Language, tracking, culture, hunting, gestures, riding.
Riding was weird.
Connect yourself to the direhorse? Seeing them... tentacles from the bottom of his braid and how they twisted together with the tentacles of the direhorse like they had a mind of their own was different, and then it suddenly just wasn't. He could feel what the direhorse was feeling, the dirt under their feet, breathing through their chest, the power in their legs. They felt 'as one', as cheesy as that sounded.
Riding was also hard when you were both the rider and what was being riden.
Every day, there was just something else, something new to learn, even if it was just to refine what he thought he knew perfectly.
And then he found out about the banshees. Big flying things, big enough to ride easily. When Neytiri said that they only bonded with one na'vi in their entire lifetime, he sighed inside but contented himself with watching the joy and exhiliration on Neytiri's face as she flew, trying to imagine what it felt like. He wasn't na'vi, which kept getting pointed out to him every day one way or another, so a banshee would never choose him as a partner.
Except one did, and he found that his imagination didn't even come close to the reality.
But he was now had two realities: one where he could do pretty much anything he wanted -running, jumping sure-footed from tree branch to tree branch, flying- and one where he was always at waist-height, bound to a wheelchair and simple tasks such as moving from his chair to the bed wasn't just one smooth action for him.
His life as a human was feeling more like a nightmare every time he learned something new with his avatar body, something that he could never do with his human one, and then waking up knowing that he couldn't do it.
And more and more, he wanted to stay with the na'vi, and not just because he had complete control over his legs.
He had dreamed about flying before and it had come true; to have a second dream come true just wouldn't happen.