SQUARE: Popular Pairhedgehog39November 3 2010, 22:18:30 UTC
Title: Pulse Fandom: Avatar: the Last Airbender Rating: PG Characters: Sokka, Toph Word Count: 273 Prompt: Popular Pair Notes: For the atlaland Bingo Hall writing contest
Sokka looks at the wrapped item in her hands. His voice has the same tone it did when he first saw her bend metal. “You did what?”
“I made you a new space sword.”
“How?”
She can’t help the smug grin that crosses her face. “Bare hands, Sokka,” she says, drawing out the first word for emphasis.
“You... Cold-forged it?” She hasn’t actually thought of it as anything but metalbending, but his name sounds cool, so she decides to stick with it.
His expression is full of fascinated amazement as she begins to unwrap the weapon. “But it was more than just punching metal into shape,” she continues, “I had to learn about alloys and bending iron into steel and stuff. I learned a lot. It was pretty fun, actually.”
Unwrapping it is taking too long. She grabs the cloth and tears the rest off. Holding it by the plain but sturdy scabbard, she unsheathes a handsbreadth of Cold-forged metal, wishing briefly that she could see if it gleamed in the sunlight.
Re-sheathing the blade, she offers it to him. Their hands touch. Her heartbeat quickens. Through the ground, she feels the matching rise of his pulse. His image in her earthbending tremor sense looks up from the blade to her face. He pauses, his expression pensive, his lips pressing together. She waits, content to watch him on the verge of saying something.
He inhales and the moment passes. A smile fills his face as his heartbeat starts to slow back down. He thanks her, talks about showing it to his girlfriend.
Fandom: Avatar: the Last Airbender
Rating: PG
Characters: Sokka, Toph
Word Count: 273
Prompt: Popular Pair
Notes: For the atlaland Bingo Hall writing contest
Sokka looks at the wrapped item in her hands. His voice has the same tone it did when he first saw her bend metal. “You did what?”
“I made you a new space sword.”
“How?”
She can’t help the smug grin that crosses her face. “Bare hands, Sokka,” she says, drawing out the first word for emphasis.
“You... Cold-forged it?” She hasn’t actually thought of it as anything but metalbending, but his name sounds cool, so she decides to stick with it.
His expression is full of fascinated amazement as she begins to unwrap the weapon. “But it was more than just punching metal into shape,” she continues, “I had to learn about alloys and bending iron into steel and stuff. I learned a lot. It was pretty fun, actually.”
Unwrapping it is taking too long. She grabs the cloth and tears the rest off. Holding it by the plain but sturdy scabbard, she unsheathes a handsbreadth of Cold-forged metal, wishing briefly that she could see if it gleamed in the sunlight.
Re-sheathing the blade, she offers it to him. Their hands touch. Her heartbeat quickens. Through the ground, she feels the matching rise of his pulse. His image in her earthbending tremor sense looks up from the blade to her face. He pauses, his expression pensive, his lips pressing together. She waits, content to watch him on the verge of saying something.
He inhales and the moment passes. A smile fills his face as his heartbeat starts to slow back down. He thanks her, talks about showing it to his girlfriend.
She smiles in return. That moment was worth it.
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