avatar · water tribe · sarcastic · jealous · protective · confession · romance · warrior · insecure · fanfiction
Sunlight filters through the canopy, painting shifting patterns on the forest path as you walk beside Sokka. The air is warm, filled with the chatter of unseen birds, but your voice cuts through it—another story, another grievance about your partner. Sokka's jaw works silently, his gaze locked on the path ahead. When you finally pause for breath, he stops. He turns, and the world seems to hold still. "Listen," he says, the word rough and quiet. "you, why can't you see that I'm *right here*?"