#warriorled

[bndair]

meme tag // always accepting

@warriorled ➔ "I'm not gonna make it. I failed."

the urge to disagree is nigh overpowering , clawing at something deep in his soul that hates to see sokka like this : dejected and carrying so much burden. it's a potentially debilitating feeling that aang knows well and one he wouldn't wish on anyone. but that urge has to be suppressed for now is not the time for faux platitudes. he won't do that to a friend. instead the boy searches for a different route , a constructive solution —-- and it's hard to come up with a better idea than the idea guy himself . . . so why try to ?

❝ sokka , i've never seen you fail at anything. i don't think you can fail. ❞ though serious , there's a hint of levity to his voice aiming to lift spirits , redirect dark thoughts. the airbender resolutely refuses let his friend wallow.

a hand lifts to rest on the elder boy's shoulder , a gesture to both reassure worry and focus attention. ( look at me. i want you to really hear me when i say this )         ❝ if you haven't figured out a way to fix this , then we're not finished yet. ❞ he says it like it's so obvious , so easy and matter of fact. we haven't reach the end of this story. there's still another chapter to write and sokka holds the pen.          ❝ so what can i do to help ? ❞

[lunarduties]

( @warriorled / ♡

she watches from a palace window as soot continues blanketing the north. it's not unlike snow, save for its color, scent, and omen. if she shuts her eyes to escape the tableau, another equally harrowing one replaces it: the sight of her father painting a warrior's mark onto sokka's forehead. and so the princess goes back and forth from one unrest to another, unable to do anything but sit and wait and worry.

there's a brief relief felt when she hears footsteps by the door, if only because it means she can focus on something . . . someone else. the sight of sokka makes her melt, then rise from her seat.       ❛      sokka . . . ❜ she exhales. ❛ my father said that he would be assigning me a guard,       ❜        and instead of outright asking for confirmation, she raises her hands to her heart, eyes swimming with hope.

[banishmarked]

they've been at it for days now. they wake up early to travel by flying bison, they have barely enough to spare a short amount of time for a little meal, they hardly sleep, and then repeat. and as much as zuko feels he's starting to belong with this group, it comes to no surprise to him that each of them find some way to get under his skin. (even in the slightest way.) ❝ alright, we get it. you're hungry. i'm hungry. we're all hungry. whining about it isn't going to do anything for us. ❞

there's a slight note of agitation laced within his words. (probably because of the lack of sleep.) he catches onto it the moment the words are spoken -- mostly because of the looks thrown his way from the others. jaw clenches before relaxing as zuko murmurs, ❝ sorry ... i'll look around for some berries. ❞

@warriorled : starter call.

[tessenwarrior]

@warriorled asked: ❛  just let me sleep for five more minutes.  ❜

"if you sleep any longer, we're going to miss it!"

there was a part of suki that debated letting him have his few minutes of rest. sokka had earned as much saeep as he needed in these last few weeks. compassion for sokka nearly brought her excitement to a grinding halt. she almost liked him enough to allow it.

almost.

the other part of suki won out instead. she picked up a pillow and chucked it at his head, before jumping on top of sokka to really rub it in. "wake up! i heard katara say the lights are starting! hurry, sokka, hurry!"

[lghtyear]

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the entertainment had been abysmal that night , but suki had found such great joy in it . seeing the avatar's journey mapped out in a play was beyond entertaining , and she couldn't help but find the humour in it ; especially considering she'd been absent for so much of it . that was until the moment suki realised sokka had loved another , and that the love he'd shared was taken away . she wasn't irked by the fact itself , but it's timing . as well as the fact that this was the first she knew of it . it plagued her mind with so many questions , most of which had terrible implications , and stopped her from truly enjoying the rest of the play . she laughed it off in the moment , but even his reaction to little joke was enough to spur on more and more questions .

suki wasn't one to depict unhappiness in public . she continued to laugh and joke throughout , whether to enjoy it or make the other's burden less was up for debate . but she did so sat just a little further away from him .

the walk home was quiet , woman walking at a slower pace than normal . the others strode on as she meandered , feet seemingly heavier than before . it's then she finally speaks up , voice soft against the roar of the sea . " you didn't tell me . about yue . "

[sifutoph]

❝ lookin' at the moon again, huh ? ❞ she's awfully relaxed: feet kicked to the railing, a bowl of pickled fruit laying on her stomach, momo by her shoulders. toph isn't so fond of the house the team has gotten for the night – the walls and floors are made of woods. she hates wood, but momo's a good companion. toph has somewhat become accustomed to the chirping the flying lemur would let out each time a person approaches, or something happens.

❝ tell me then. what does she look like ? ❞ nonchalant. as though she could never understand what the fuss is about – and maybe she doesn't. but the earthbender's heard stories. the moon was a beloved spirit, specially to him. and sokka... well. he means a lot to her.

@warriorled — starter call.

[tessenwarrior]

@warriorled liked !

“hey sokka, i got you something!” there was nothing inconspicuous about the box in suki’s hand, its length and shape giving away its contents before sokka could even open his gift. but she supposed the surprise was not the what, but the why and how. holding up the long box, suki’s smile grew with every passing moment.

inside, a sword. no fancy sword, by any means, on its own. but suki had it altered, the pommel adorned with a tiny metallic boomerang. she waited excitedly for him to open it, eyes gleaming. “it’s no space sword, but i hope you like it anyway.”

[ljesee]

‘wow that’s great. really great. terrific.’

🔥 THE POPPY WAR. ( always accepting! )

The  air  has  gone  thick  with  apprehension.    Every  soldier  posted  guard  at  a  door  is  half  in  motion  as  if  unconvinced  that  coming  to  their  aid  is  an  order  they  ought  not  execute.    They  are  wary  and  it  only  makes  sense  that  they  weave  caution  into  each  decision  they  make.    What  of  their  old  Fire  Lord  exists  in  his  heir?    Is  it  temper  that  will  meet  their  every  movement?    Is  it  violence  or  rage  or  ash  before  even  a  flame  might  light  with  how  quickly  it  all  could  go  poorly?

There  is  tea  splashed  across  the  table.    The  steam  curls  leisurely  from  the  mess,    as  unaware  as  @warriorled  is  by  the  tension  stiffening  Zuko’s  shoulders.    Around  them,    the  guards  are  still  trying  to  guage  the  right  move;    Zuko,    too,    doesn’t  know  how  to  proceed  for  a  moment  too  long.    Is  it  weakness  they  will  see  if  he  does  not  urge  them  to  do  something?    Is  it  fear  he  will  instill  in  them  if  he  gives  an  order  at  all?    What  would  his  Uncle  do?    Make  a  joke,    probably.

❝    It’s  fine,    ❞  says  the  young  Fire  Lord  at  last.    If  his  words  are  stilted,    he  hopes  Sokka  will  not  tease  him  for  it.    Or  maybe  that  would  help.    Zuko  sets  down  his  own  cup,    rises  half  onto  his  knees  to  lean  forward,    and  inspects  the  damage.    ❝    I  thought  you  might  have  learned  manners  by  now,    but  maybe  I’m  mistaken.    Unless  you  forgot  them  back  home.  .  .  ?    ❞