A quick drabble based on my Sokkla world.
A rush of steps up
the ramp. Sokka, breathless, flew into his bedroom, Toph behind him.
He gasped at the mess; shattered window, crushed flowers, gold
tablecloth dirtied by mud, blood.And three moaning
men. Toph pushed past him, knelt beside one of the men, securing him.
“You sure miscalculated,” she told the group with a laugh.Sokka looked up at
his wife, then to the bed where the children slept undisturbed.Azula shrugged.
“What Toph said.” She smiled. “Wheelchair bound woman,
two kids, quiet island.”“People are
forever doing that.” Sokka replied, bending down to kiss her.
Miscalculation
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