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avatar-the-last-jerkbender · 4 years

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Kindergarten Husband

- Zutara Week Day 1: Reunion -

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Present day

He wouldn’t stop staring at her.

Katara wasn’t quite sure if he was spacing out or simply plotting to kill her, but his gaze continued to bore holes into her back as she stood in line to order her coffee.

The man was sitting in a corner, the laptop and textbook on his table forming a small barrier between him and the rest of the world. She also noticed a cup of coffee set aside and a notebook with a red cover, but all those things were pushed to the back of her mind as he continued to stare at her with a frustrated look on his face.

It was creepy.

The hair on the back of Katara’s neck prickled as she told the cashier her order, and she glimpsed the man finally go back to work out of the corner of her eye.

However, this respite was only temporary as he started staring again with a constipated-looking expression on his face while she waited for her coffee. Katara thought about the pepper spray in her messenger bag, preparing to whip it out and use it even in the midst of all these people.

This fact helped her bolster enough courage to finally approach the staring man. Katara slammed her paper cup heavily on the table, watching him snap out of his trance and jerk backwards.

“Why are you staring at me?” she spat out, turning her coldest glare on him.

To her surprise, he looked immediately apologetic, a faint blush forming on his unscarred cheek. “Oh, I’m sorry. You just looked really familiar. Sorry,” he repeated.

As the man nervously scratched at the back of his neck, Katara finally took a good look at him. He was right about the familiarity. The mismatched golden eyes and messy black hair seemed to tug at something in the depths of her memory, but she wasn’t sure what.

“Would you like to sit down?” he asked, previous hesitation diminished..

“I have pepper spray,” Katara said in lieu of a response, pulling out the empty chair opposite him and taking a seat. She liked to trust her gut in these kinds of situations, and right now her gut was telling her there was nothing to fear from this man. Although the initial staring was a bit disconcerting, there didn’t seem to be anything malicious about his presence.

“Okay?” The man raised an eyebrow, finally shutting the laptop in front of him and flipping the notebook closed. Katara got a glimpse of notes on the Krebs Cycle, with various diagrams and highlighted phrases.She was pleasantly surprised- though his handwriting looked like a scrawled mess, the notes themselves seemed well-organized and easy to read.

“So did we have a class together or something?” The second the question leaves her lips, Katara realizes that there’s no way this was a possibility. While their university was by no means small, there was no way she would have forgotten a face like this guy’s. Not just because of the scar either- he had some of the most distinct eyes she had ever seen and fantastic cheekbones.

The man frowns, seemingly reaching the same conclusion. He seems to do that a lot, Katara reflects, noting the tiny crease that forms above his nose. “Maybe? What’s your major?”

“Biology. Pre-med.”

“Me too, actually. But I don’t think we had any classes together.”

Katara sips at her coffee, struggling not to make a face. She had forgotten to grab sugar in her haste to confront the man. “Me neither. Sorry, what did you say your name was again?”

Once again he gets flustered. “I, uh. Zuko. I apologize, I should have introduced myself first-”

“It’s fine,” she cuts in. While the name is definitely unusual, Katara’s 100% sure she’s heard it before. “I’m Katara. I came here from Boston- maybe we went to school together?”

Zuko shakes his head, shaggy bangs falling into his eyes. “That’s unlikely. I’ve lived in California almost my whole life, but I was in Boston until kindergarten.”

Kindergarten. The memory hit her suddenly, bits and pieces from over a decade ago resurfacing in her mind..

*** 13 Years Ago

“Let’s get married.”

Katara stared at Zuko for a second before letting out a shriek. “Ew. No! You have cooties! I’m not doing that!”

“If you didn’t want to, you could just say that!” He shouted back, his voice harsh but tears welling in his eyes.

The sight of the boy crying made Katara feel a surge of guilt at her knee-jerk reaction. In her defense, she didn’t expect to be proposed to the second she stepped off the playground slide. “I’m sorry,” she mumbled before wrapping him in a hug. “I was just surprised. I will marry you!”

She knew that people who liked each other a lot would get married. That’s what her parents did, and as far as she knew, she definitely liked Zuko. He always drew her pictures when they had free time and helped her dig for roly polys during recess. No, Katara definitely wouldn’t mind being married to him.

Zuko beams, previous sadness forgotten. “Yay! How do we get married?”

Katara frowns at him. “I don’t know. Didn’t you just ask me? Shouldn’t you know?”

“I do know!” he snaps. “When people get married…” Zuko ponders for a second before reaching a conclusion. “They kiss. Yeah, they kiss.”

“They KISS?!” Once again she shrieks, but this time Zuko claps his hands over his ears. “That’s so gross.” Whenever Sokka saw their parents kissing, he would make retching noises and groan about ‘oogies’. While Katara’s reaction was nowhere near as extreme, she definitely understood why he acted that way.

“I didn’t make up this rule!”

“Fine!” Acting on impulse, Katara put her palms to either side of his face and pulled him closer to her. Their lips met in a short kiss, but so did their foreheads, colliding with a distinct ‘thunk’.

“Ow!” Zuko said, rubbing at the slight red welt that appeared. “You have a really hard head.”

“Yours is harder!” she fires back, affronted. “That hurt. But we’re married now.” Katara smooshes her lips together between her thumb and pointer finger, trying to see if they felt any different now that she and Zuko had kissed.

He wrinkles his nose. “Did anything change?”

Katara pauses, taking stock of the situation. Other than the throbbing at the front of her head, she feels the same. “No,” she admits. “Being married feels the same as being friends.”

“Yeah, same. Do you want to push me on the swings?”

Later when she goes home, Katara excitedly tells her family that she is now married. Sokka, in all his first grade glory, makes barfing noises while her parents smile gently.

The marriage lasted a record breaking three months, only ending when Zuko moved away the summer before first grade, slowly becoming a distant memory as time flew by.

*** Present day

“You’re that Katara?” he asks, eyes wide with incredulity.

Honestly, she can’t even blame him for being surprised,

“I guess so.”

“I don’t even remember much. We kissed didn’t we?” Zuko frowns, trying to recollect their short lived marriage.

Katara winces, a phantom pain briefly flicking across her forehead. “I wouldn’t really call that a kiss. But it was so long ago. I’m pretty sure there were bugs involved…”

“Were they roly polys? I remember messing with those a lot in kindergarten.” He makes a pinching motion with his hands, as though sizing up the insect.

“Probably.” She takes a sip of her neglected coffee, trying not to spit it out. God, it’s even worse cold. “It’s crazy though. That after 13 years of no contact, we run into each other. At the same university with the same major, no less.”

Zuko hums thoughtfully, as Katara digs through her bag to pull out her phone. “It’s definitely a happy coincidence. But I personally don’t believe in those. Maybe it was fate?” he says.

She rolls her eyes in response and unlocks her phone before opening the contacts page and pushing it towards him. “Could I have your number? I liked talking to you, and it would be nice to catch up more.”

“Didn’t you think I was creepy?” Zuko gives a tiny smile, tapping his phone number into the space provided.

“You deserved it,” Katara sniped back, though not without humor. “Just staring at me like that. It’s not normal.”

“I already told you I was sorry,” he said, passing the phone back to her. “I can promise it won’t happen again.”

“Yeah, okay. You should probably get back to studying anyways.” She eyes the thick books on the table in front of her and makes a mental note to finish her own biology reading when she reaches her dorm.

Zuko nods. “Sure. It was nice to see you again though. Just text me whenever, okay?” He reaches for his notebook, once again flipping open to his alarmingly organized notes.

“Yeah.” Katara gets up, grabbing her half-empty cup to toss it. “I’ll do that. It was nice to see you again too.”

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bellatrixobsessed1 · 5 years

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Above The Party

Sokkla Week Day 1: Awkwardness

Azula, trying to escape the party scene, walks in on Sokka changing.

A/N: due to real life circumstances I’m posting this one a day early. Officially, Sokkla mini-week begins tomorrow. I may or may not be able to reblog content posted tomorrow either. It really just depends atm, but I’m gonna try.

She isn’t at all familiar with the place. Frankly, she doesn’t know why Zuko has even brought her along. It wasn’t as though it was an event of any importance. No, it was little more than a fancy get together hosted by Earth King Kuei. Azula isn’t one for parties, especially not after her first experience with one. Political gatherings, sure, but this…this is just for entertainment. ‘To relive stress’, as Zu-Zu put it. She couldn’t see it soothing any of her tension. In fact, she had every intention of ditching the party scene at first opportunity.

She sticks around only long enough to seem polite, which entailed some socializing over an appetizer platter or two. Mostly she sips at a bottle of peach sake. It sooths her nerves and takes some of the edge off. A little further into the drink than she had intended, she worries that her tongue will become too lax and excuses herself.

For a moment—she likes to blame it on the drink—she forgets that she isn’t at home. The Earth Kingdom palace is larger than she has anticipated and she thinks that she may be lost. No, she knows that she is lost, she is wandering rather aimlessly. She doesn’t even recall where she had planned on sneaking off to. That’s right, she tells herself, she’d forgotten where she was and for it she had planned on finding her bedroom. She supposes she’ll just have to find another, hopefully with a balcony. Balconies seem to be the place to be if one loses interest in the party itself.

She travels to the third floor and pushes on the first door she sees, only after having done so, she considers what she might find. Granted she hadn’t heard any sort of racket coming from behind the door. So she assumes that she is safe.

The room itself is quiet, indeed so she finds the bed and drops onto it, laying with her hair fanned out and her hands tucked under her head.

The moment of quiet doesn’t last, she hears a rustling from across the room. She bolts up again to see Sokka’s bear ass. His pants and underpants are only half up. His face is as flushed as hers, maybe even more so. He quickly scrambles to tug them up the rest of the way.

“Wha-what are you doing?” There a very few things that can catch Azula off guard, and he has discovered one of them.

“I spilled some juice on my pants so I ran up here to change!” Everything about his tone is on the defensive. “Why are you here?” And that fell on the accusatory side.

Azula sighs, trying to cool her cheeks. “I don’t much like social parties, like this.” She confesses. “I came up here for some quiet.”

“You had to pick this room?” Sokka sputters, “you’re a royal, you’re supposed to know about knocking.”

Azula shrugs. “I’m a royal, I go where I please. I don’t need permission.” She replies with a dismissive wave. “And besides, I didn’t hear anything so I figure this room wasn’t…occupied.” She pauses. “Not like the others anyways.”

Sokka narrows his eyes. “I guess.”

She crosses her arms. Sitting in silence, it doesn’t take long for her eyes to wander. He is still topless. Topless and in very good shape, with the kind of abs worth trailing her fingers over. A sculpted chest…

She shakes her head, what is she thinking? He’s Sokka, the water peasant’s brother. The idiot. Again she tries to blame the sake for tainting her vision and bringing out her libido.

But he isn’t really, she knows it. She just needs an extra push to keep herself in check. She picks up his shirt and thrusts it at him, “have some decency.”

Sokka blinks. “Decency? I don’t know if you know this, but men run around topless all the time.”

“Great for men.” Azula mutters, only because she knows that he has a point. “Just put your shirt back on, before you make things weird.”

“I make things weird?” He points to himself. “You made things weird when you barged in here without knocking.”

Another good point. She was an a losing streak—a petty, trivial losing streak—but a losing streak no less. “Well perhaps you should have put a sign up. Or, if you are too uncultured to write, you should have spoke up when you heard the door open. You know, instead of letting me get cozy.” She smiles smugly because it is, in her opinion, a satisfactory argument.

He opens his mouth only to close it a few times and she knows that she has won this silly verbal spat. Her mind goes back to her initial task. She tosses the shirt at him. “Put it on.”

Sokka rolls his eyes and tugs it over his head. “Happy?”

She nods. But a part of her actually is not satisfied. That part still wants to take in his sculpted abs and toned arms. “Quite.”

He is staring at her now and she doesn’t know how to feel about it. She averts her gaze, brushes a sweep of hair over her shoulder, and pretends to pick some fuzz off of her top. She finds herself hoping that she at least looks presentable in his eyes.

She thinks that her face might have colored again and it frustrates her. She didn’t think she had drank that much.

.oOo.

Sokka doesn’t think that he has ever seen Azula so flustered. He can smell a faint tinge of sake and he wants to blame the drink for the pink in her cheeks, but somehow he knows that it is an old fashioned blush. Despite it all he feels bad for making her feel so awkward and out of sorts. Granted he is rather embarrassed himself.

He let her see him with his pants half-down.

He stuffs his hands into his pockets and looks at the ceiling. When he finds the courage to look back down, she is sitting with her arms propping her up, weight shifted more-so onto the right arm. She crosses one leg over the other and seems to stare at her lap as she taps one foot. Her cheeks look less pink now. He can’t help but note that she does look rather lovely tonight. She looks nice with her hair down. And the gown she has chosen is rather elegant. It suits her well and accents her figure. It is fuller than he remembers, more grown up. Her face is some sharper too.

But her expression.

That is notably softer. It takes him a moment to realize, but he thinks that, that is why she looks extraordinarily wonderful tonight. It is because she doesn’t have such an evil presence about her. She, for the situation, almost seems relaxed.

She crosses her arms again, holding them against her middle as opposed to her chest.

Against his better judgment, he tucks her bangs behind her ear and brushes his thumb over her exposed cheek. He can’t quite believe that she is letting him do it. So when he feels her fingers wrap around his wrist, he expects a lash out. But she simply holds his wrists and stares at him. He doesn’t think that she knows what to do next.

Briefly he thinks of kissing the princess, but before—and perhaps mercifully—before he gets the chance, she effectively ruins the mood. “Just so we’re clear I’m not going to be that person.” She declares. “I’m not getting knocked up at a party.”

Sokka rolls his eyes, the woman really is hellbent on making things as weird as she can. Truly she must have been a thrill downstairs. “I wasn’t planning on doing anything like that with you!”

He can’t possibly fathom why Azula looks so smug. He senses that it would be a good time to get back to the party scene. But she still has him by the wrist and the smug look is gone. It takes him a second to realize that she is rubbing her thumb over his wrists. But again, she seems to be at a loss as to what comes next.

He doesn’t want to make her uncomfortable so with a sigh he asks, “so you up for going back to the party or…?”

Azula cocks her head and withdraws her hand. “I think that I might be.”

.oOo.

She doesn’t exactly know what is going on in her head. The feeling is foreign and somewhat disorienting. In avoiding the first, she has put herself in another, different situation she doesn’t know how to navigate. She is grateful that he hasn’t taken advantage of that. He takes her hand and leads her down the hall. She thinks that it might be a good idea to jerk away, but she feels safer as they are. She admits to herself that she is a little lost here and it is reassuring to have a familiar face so close. Even if the face belonged to someone she hadn’t particularly gotten along with in the past. They don’t say much to one another for a while. Not until they reach the second floor. Finally Azula finds the courage to thank him for respecting her boundaries, as grey as she had made them.

He smiles. “It’s no big deal.”

She lets the conversation drop again and it takes until the first floor to set her pride enough to the side to thank him for accompanying her back to the party. She didn’t want to return alone. Even with a rekindled friendship, Mai and TyLee weren’t much use here. They had conversed in the beginning but eventually Mai had gone off with Zuko and TyLee’s attention was tugged by a herd of boys.

He nods. “Yeah, no one likes to be alone at a party. You don’t mind talking with Aang, Toph, and Katara, do you?”

She shrugs, “I suppose that it can’t hurt.”

“Great!” He says boldly, “I’ll re-introduce you.”

That was just one more thing that was oddly reassuring. She is glad that things took a turn from awkward to something rather promising.

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The Fishbone and the Firelily (Part 18)

The sky was painted a watercolor grey, accented by slivery-blue bolts of light that sent pangs of longing through Azula’s soul. She studied the jagged lines as they fractured the sky, dissipating with a series of ground-rumbling bangs. Even from such a distance the storm was powerful.

“Alright everyone breaktime’s over, we need to picking things up a little.” Sokka rushed them to gather their belongings. His focus never wavering from the gathering storm-dark. “I’m hoping that we’ll be in Hira’a before the storm gets bad.”

Katara nodded in agreement, “if we work fast enough, I think that we’ll be able to make it.” The expression she wore lacked the confidence in her voice conveyed, her closeness to Aang only solidified this.

“I hear that storms here get pretty wild.” Suki bit her lip. With this, Toph began shoving her things into her pack haphazardly. The Kyoshi warrior stooped down to help her shove the rest of her stuff in.

The only person who didn’t seem bothered was Azula. The woman held her pack to her chest, observing the sky as she waited for everyone else to depart. The wind stirred her hair, it was already picking up some. By the time Sokka informed her that they were on their way, several fat raindrops had already splattered across her arms. She slipped Muzuko into her pocket and trailed alongside Sokka. The group as a whole agreed, without vocalization, that discussion wasn’t needed—each person falling into their own silent focus. The group was as oblivious to her thoughts as Azula was to theirs. The princess herself had thoughts mostly pertaining to how thankful she was that the last few days had been generous to her; kind enough to allow her to recover in full. By the present, she had all, if not, most of her strength back and she was going to need it if the incoming storm was as intense as they all predicted. Another raindrop or two smacked her on the neck. The horizon was taking on a bruised purple shade, with it a gloom befell the jungle. Serving to punctuate the dimness, much of the jungle white noise died away. Sokka pressed in closer to her. She could smell it on the wind, the beginnings of the storm.

It was starting to drizzle. A soft mist crawled at their feet, twisting around their ankles like some yearning phantom. Azula waded through it in a wistful sort of haze, momentarily lost within a daydream of home. She saw no real danger to keep her attention so she let her mind wander. Every now and again she would be pulled from her dream by a roll of thunder. After the first few clasps of it, Azula found that she could hear nothing at all. Save for a low croak from Muzuko, the other animals seemed to have burrowed away. Without realizing it, the group seemed to huddle together. Sokka’s arm constantly brushed hers as they moved forward. Various splinters of lightning illuminated the world around them. Sokka didn’t miss the sense of longing in her eyes, that grew with each flash. Every single strike seemed to be a reminder of what she’d lost. Sokka brushed his finger tips over hers.

Just a little past noon, even Muzuko had grown eerily quiet. He was sensing something dismal in the air a certain danger that would come with the clouds. It was only with the toad-squirrel’s unease, that Azula started to feel rather off-put. Everyone seemed to be feeding off of the negative energy the person next to them emitted. Unbeknownst to her, Azula—for a while anyhow—had been the one they looked at to alleviate some of the alarm. With her weariness added to the mix, the nervous energy went unchecked. The sky opened up and wept upon them in full fury. Muzuko took the initiative to tuck himself back into Azula’s pocket. She squinted against the rain.

“We’re not gonna make it back like this.” Aang hollered over the wind.

“We’ll find a place to wait it out.” Sokka answered with just as much volume. Though not exactly invited, he came to loop his arm around Azula’s.

“We should have been looking for shelter before it got like this.” Katara grumbled.

“I was looking.” Azula replied. “The best I saw was a large boulder, hardly a good shelter.”

“Whoa!” Suki shouted, her foot had found a slick layer of sludge. The girl fell back at once and would have landed face-up in the mud had Azula not reclaimed her agile reflexes. Suki took a moment to compose herself before offering the princess a hasty thank you.

“Can’t Toph make us a shelter?” Azula asked.

“I can try.” Toph replied. “I don’t know how sturdy it will be.” She slammed her foot on the ground four times over, coaxing a slab of rock up from the ground with each blow. From the side of one of the rocks, she crafted a roof. The makeshift shelter held for a fair amount of time. The earth below them was shaking profoundly with the thunder, each tiny shift rendered Toph’s stones less stable. The earthbender gave it her best to keep up with the cracks forming and the direction each slab was drifting in. Katara clung tight to Aang. It might have held had it not taken an almost direct shot of lightning. Sokka was taken aback once again by the yearning in Azula’s eyes. For it, he held her tighter fearing deep down, that she would actually reach for the bolt.

“It’s not going to hold.” Toph confirmed. She toppled the structure herself, deciding that the more control they had, the better.

As the rainfall grew thicker, the fog grew denser. Sighting an adequate place to ride the storm out became that much more difficult. The rain was pelting the group with such ferocity Azula had to wonder if their were balls of hail in the mix. She found herself drenched and miserable, she stole a quick peek into her pocket and established that Mazuko was just as despondent as she. “You see a place for us to stay?” Sokka asked.

“Why do I always have to do everything!?” She snapped.

Sokka flinched and hurried to come up with a good thing to cool her sudden outburst. “Because you’re the smartest and most observant of us.”

“I’m not in the mood for your ass kissing right now, Sokka.”

He lifted his arms. “Alright, sorry.” For a moment she thought that he would sulk off and leave her to her lonesome—the notion had definitely crossed his mind. But the look on her face urged him to stay. She wouldn’t fess up, and she wouldn’t apologize but he sensed that she hadn’t intended on going off on him. “This is an aggravating situation.”

“Yes.” Azula agreed. She was apparently in the mood for company, but not for words. He was pleased to realize that he was starting to catch onto her moods.

“Hey!” Suki called. “I think that’s a cave.”

“Oh, please let it be a cave.” Katara replied.

With a renewed sense of energy, the group hastened their pace. They came to a place where the ground opened up. “Now all we need is a fire.” Aang declared, sapping even more joy out of Azula. He took it upon himself to fill in for her. She apprehended that her karma for chiding Sokka was instantaneous. Once more, she felt utterly useless—she couldn’t save their makeshift shelter, she couldn’t find them one to take its place, and she couldn’t even provide one with light. They filed in one by one leaving her as the only one refusing to enter the tunnel. “What are you waiting for?” Sokka asked, “it’s awful out there.”

“I’m not going in there.” Azula vowed, from her tone he knew that, that was the end of it. “I’ve had it with caves and tunnels and rocks. I’ll take my chance with the storm.” As if to reiterate, she seated herself. She took Muzuko from her pocket. “Don’t lose him.”

“Azula.”

She thrusted the toad-squirrel at him, “don’t lose him.” She repeated.

“Is there anything I can do to get you to come into this cave?” He asked.

“No.”

He took the critter from her hand and sat at the mouth of the cave until Katara beckoned him to come deeper within. He supposed he should look around. The cave itself was certainly less of a cave and more like a burrow of sorts. There was a hole at the back of the tunnel, he suspected that was where the cave would truly begin. From a distance he watched Azula linger outside with the rain tumbling off of her in rivers. She was shivering, drenched, the very picture of forlornness. Yet she refused to budge, however reckless it was, he had to admire her perseverance. Splashes of mud from their hustle to get to the shelter dotted her face, mostly the right side. It was running with the droplets of water down to her neck. Even from where he stood, he could see her trembling.

Suki wandered towards the mouth of the tunnel. “It’s really warm in here.” She noted. “Aang has a fire going, we’re gonna roast some leechy nuts.”

Azula took the statements passively.

“Sokka’s worried.” She added.

Azula crossed her arms.

“We don’t want you to hurt yourself out there.” Suki tried again. “You just got over a fever, do you want a cold to take its place?”

Still the princess didn’t budge.

“Alright fine.” Suki looked back at Sokka. He was stroking the toad-squirrel with the demeanor of a kicked puppy. Maybe if he hadn’t looked so pitiful Suki would have left the former firebender to her own self-destructive inclinations. But his concern was contagious so she found herself trooping out of the cave and dragging a vigorously protesting princess into the tunnel.

“You have a lot of nerve, handling me that way.” Azula spat.

“Just trying to help.” Suki replied.

The group was becoming increasingly brave around her, and Azula didn’t quite know how to take it. Just how much intimidation had she lost? She was sure that she hadn’t shown that much vulnerability in front of them. It had to be her lack of fire, she decided. “Do you think I can’t fight back?”

“I don’t think you want to.” Sokka replied. “If there wasn’t at least one part of you that wanted to join us, I doubt Suki would have gotten you in here.”

“Come sit down.” Katara patted the ground next to her.

“The leechy nuts are almost done.” Aang added.

The fury was subsiding. It was trust, she comprehended, they were comfortable with her. She drew close to the fire, feeling at once that the vibe of this cave was rather cozy. She still didn’t know how to handle the conclusion she had just come to. She was still shivering when she finally sat down. Aang dropped a couple of toasted lychee nuts into her palm.

“Here.” Sokka presented.

“What’s this?” Azula asked.

“You haven’t worn it in a while.”

She unfolded the cloth to find Sokka’s hoodie. It was as damp as everything else but the extra layer of cloth would do her some good so she pulled it over her head. In the form of a toad-squirrel in her hair, the princess received a surprise when she flicked the hood up. She didn’t bother to move Muzuko, she was probably warm up there.

It became increasingly obvious that they would not be in Hira’a by days end. There was no point in complaining so Toph figured it would be a prime time for another round of spooky stories. Azula groaned inwardly, swearing to kick the ass of anyone who made her think of Hogoseki. By the end of it she had to admit that she was having a good time. A time that became even better when the flames were fading into little more than a soft glow. A time at which the others had grown quiet and Sokka tossed his blanket over his body and Azula’s. The tunnel floor wasn’t the picture of luxury nor comfort, but Sokka made it so. Her back was to the Water Tribesman but she could feel him toying with her hair and sometime later felt a kiss on the back of her neck. The sound of the passing storm eased the turmoil in her mind—the very turmoil that it had created in the first place.

Just when she thought that she was the only one left awake, Suki spoke up. “You know I’m glad you came in here with us. Believe it or not, I was worried about you too.”

“You were?”

Suki laughed, “just a little.”

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