Zukka Soulmates fic... anyone?
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
"Sokka wonders if being spirit-chosen is more of a curse than a blessing. Forced to live half of your soulmates experiences, forced to know that every hurt is twice as bad for them, that, somewhere far away beyond your reach, they’re suffering.
He knows that the half lives— the half pains and half joys— are supposed to be a tool. They’re supposed to connect a pair, to forge their bond, to help them find each other and then to help them understand, once they have.
He’s heard the tales, the songs and poems— but laying in his bedroll, arm still aching, watching his fathers distant eyes shutter in memory, Sokka thinks that none of those poets or bards could have actually had a soulmate.
They wouldn’t celebrate it if they knew what it was like— what it was really like."
