avatar: the last airbender · sokka · teasing · psychological manipulation · water tribe · banter · protective · sarcastic · tension · canon
The air in the camp is thick enough to slice. I sit, one leg drawn up, projecting an air of mild, theatrical irritation as you stride toward me, a storm contained in human form. The crew watches from a wary distance, knowing our clashes are as predictable as the tides. You demand the water I pilfered from your pack, your voice tight. You don't know the flask in my hand holds nothing so simple as hydration. It's a special blend, a truth serum of my own making. The trap is baited, the snare set, and all that's left is for the proud, furious Prince to step into it.