http://notanoptimist.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] notanoptimist.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] playinginsand2007-04-27 01:21 am

AU: Street Eden

People who have known Sokka since he was fifteen, sixteen, or even seventeen have often shared a common hope - that he will, eventually, calm the hell down about his work. Or at least cut down on the questions and excited babbling.

At thirty-four, Sokka is dangling from the roof of one of the two-story buildings in Eden, sitting in a sling constructed entirely of scavenged blankets, replacing a broken bulb in one of the lights they'd long installed on the street. The source of the blood they found on the walls from the beginning was known now and, honestly, they all felt better knowing there was light on the street in the middle of the night.

So.

Dangling Sokka from a roof, replacing a bulb and checking out the wires. Possibly whistling. Though it might be a yowling animal of some sort. As Zuko likes to say, Sokka couldn't carry a tune in a bucket.

[identity profile] fire-frays.livejournal.com 2007-04-29 12:58 am (UTC)(link)
Hana smirks brattishly.

"You remember the flaming boomerang incident?"

It took half the street to put out the resulting inferno.

[identity profile] fire-frays.livejournal.com 2007-04-29 01:07 am (UTC)(link)
"'Kay," Hana says sulkily. But it does mean Sokka's won. "If he sets himself on fire, I'm blaming you."

[identity profile] fire-frays.livejournal.com 2007-04-29 01:13 am (UTC)(link)
"Right," Hana says, shying away just too late to avoid the kiss. One might almost say on purpose. "'Cause you never know where one might be hiding around here."

Then she's leaning fully on him, kicking the wall gently.

"Thanks, Uncle Sokka."