3:29 PM
Tales of Republic City 6/9
Title: The Tale of Tahno
Rating: PG
A/N: I totally went somewhere else with my own headcanon here. Tahno’s not a bad guy, he’s just in a bad place. Eh.
Summary: Tahno deals with father issues and gets some much need reassurance from a loyal and dedicated fan.
It was like a part of him had died and Tahno wasn’t really sure what that left. Without his bending he was nothing, less than nothing. He was no good to anyone and that gave him any hallow feeling he hadn’t had in a long time, not since his father had thrown him out of the house.
“What are you ever going to amount to?” Tahno whispered to himself, recalling his father’s cruel mantra. “What good are you, Tahno?”
A burning rage filled him. He had worked so hard to get to the top. So what if he hadn’t always done it the fair way? No matter what it took, he had to prove his father wrong. The man that drank himself into a stupor every night, that forced Tahno’s mother out of the house…that man wasn’t allowed to be right. Tahno had to do everything in his power to prove him wrong. And he had done it. He had succeeded. But now, to have that all taken away from him, in just one swift motion maybe he was destined to be worthless. Just as his father had promised.
“You going to order anything, or just sit there all night?” Tahno looked up through his hair at Narook. This was the first time the restaurant owner had ever spoken to him directly. Looking around his empty booth, he shrugged.
“Sure. I’ll have noodles. Or whatever.”
Narook raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure you can pay for noodles. Or whatever?”
Tahno felt heat rise in his cheeks. Money trouble. He’d never thought he’d have that again. He refused to meet Narook’s eye as he lied, “Of course I can pay.”
