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 08:52 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, he gets a smile for that, and a nudge in the arm.

"Yeeeeah," Louise admits. "You know I just got my ass handed to me by a Firebending ten-year old?"

This time there isn't a trace of bitterness.

[identity profile] fire-frays.livejournal.com 2007-04-29 09:13 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh great, responsibility."

It's really hard to sulk when your favourite uncle just called you his favourite neice. Especially when he's got a harder choice of it than you have.

"I'm gonna grow up to be humourless as Dad, aren't I?"

[identity profile] fire-frays.livejournal.com 2007-04-29 09:20 am (UTC)(link)
Louise laughs and pushes hie finger away, trying her best to pout and failing.

"'Course I will," she says, trying to sound innocent. "Trust me."