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Title: Sentiment
Fandom: Avatar: the Last Airbender
Characters: Sokka, Toph
Pairing(s): None
Rating: K+
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 384
Prompt: Down
Summery: Sokka mourns the loss of his weapons.
Sokka sat on the hard ground, watching the sun rise above the ocean. Everything seemed so peaceful. Still. Silent. It was hard to believe that only two days ago they had been fighting to save the world.
“Hey,” said a familiar voice. Sokka looked up. “I thought I might find you here.”
“Hey, Toph. What’re you doing here?”
“Looking for you.” Toph dropped beside him and leaned back against a rock lazily. “What’s on your mind?”
“Nothing,” Sokka said, turning his gaze back to the ocean out of habit. He knew it was pointless because she couldn’t see the expression on his face anyway, but it made him feel a bit better. “I was just thinking.”
“Sokka, don’t lie to me. Now what’s really on your mind?”
Sokka scowled. For a moment, he considered leaving but knew it was pointless: she would just follow him.
He sighed. “I lost my weapons. They were like a part of me—and now they’re gone.”
“You can always get more weapons, Sokka,” Toph said. “There’s no reason to be so down—”
“You don’t get it! What if you lost your Earthbending?”
“That’s different,” Toph insisted. “I can’t replace my Earthbending.”
“And I can’t replace my weapons, not just like that! It’s—it’s—”
“It’s what?”
“Not that simple! Boomerang has been with me all my life, and my sword—I made that! With my own hands! It was special, it was made out of space rock! Where am I going to get that again?”
“I think you’re just being overly dramatic.”
“You know what? Forget it.” Sokka stood up and brushed himself off. “You can be such a self-centered brat, you know that?” He stormed off, blood boiling. He didn’t see the small smirk that curved Toph’s lips.
It took an hour to reach the Palace and another half hour to locate his room (Zuko thought it was hilarious that he was constantly getting lost). There was a long, bulky package on his bed. He hesitated. Then he crossed the room, ripped open the packaging—and out fell his sword and boomerang. Numbly, Sokka picked up a note he hadn’t noticed before and turned it over.
Toph.
Sokka smiled and then smacked his forehead. Great. Now I have to apologize… He wasn’t looking forward to that.
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