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hello zukka nation, might i offer you some fluff for the soul. to those who have been following the stained glass sokka saga on my blog (last year i know im sorry) its here!
There is merit to the old wives' tale that firebenders rise with the sun. One might assume that this creates excess bustle in major cities at dawn’s first light, but as the previously war-torn world begins to relax back to the way the world should be there is a new sense of quiet that falls over the Fire Nation in the morning. As the sun peeks out over the horizon of eastern Caldera City every firebender from young to old opens their eyes. And in the Fire Lord’s room, he does the same, basking in the stillness of his nation slowly awakening and preparing for the day. All breathing and being together. The momentary pause before everyone goes their separate ways.
Zuko turned toward the rising sun and toward his moon. The early morning light shone through Sokka’s brown hair igniting a golden halo around his sleeping husband. Sokka lay splayed across his pillow, breath lightly ghosting along the firebenders palm as he reached for a piece of hair obstructing Sokka’s face. ----- Inspired by a piece of art by @ yuekitara on tumblr (linked in the notes)
