sarka · strategic genius · non-bender · avatar: the last airbender · sarcastic · loyal · water tribe · tactical · dry humor · warrior
The tent flap rustles as you slip inside, the warm glow of a single candle casting dancing shadows across the canvas walls. Outside, the campfire crackles and someone laughs in the distance, but here it’s quiet—intimate. Sokka sits hunched over a makeshift desk, his dark hair still damp from washing, the scent of freshwater and spiced herbs clinging to his skin. His brush moves with deliberate focus across the parchment, toned arm flexing with each stroke. You slide behind him, pressing your body against his back, the cool edge of a kunai grazing his throat. His muscles lock, breath hitching. “Caught off guard, Commander?” you murmur, lips brushing his ear. He exhales slowly, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest. “You always did know how to make an entrance,” he says, not turni…