dear buddha please bring me a pony and a plastic rocket

[ivy_chan]

I'm seeing butterflies flit past my window through the closed blinds. It's an interesting sight. Meanwhile, this meme has been floating about for a while. Commented on iki_teru and am now contractually obligated to continue it!

The first TEN people to comment in this post get to request that I write a drabble of any pairing/character of their choosing.*

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no more wishing wells that never come around

[ivy_chan]

She and her parents are keeping a calender together, a countdown of years before she turns sixteen. They are entirely different calenders: her parents see that day as a beginning, a time for their guardianship to pass and for Toph to be given to a new guardian, a young man hand-chosen by the Bei Fong Family to properly care for its heir.

Toph sees it as an ending, an ending of this time in which she can, at least, smuggle away some freedom in the nights at he earthrumble championship, in the nights wearing rough cotton and bleeding honestly. When she turns sixteen, she will be arranged to be wed, and she will be expected to spend her life with an older man she doesn't know, someone gentle enough to nurture her. Someone who might not even require for her to bear children, in her delicate state.

It makes her sick. Literally sick, when she thinks of those birthdays to come. When her mother tells her she's growing up beautiful. When her father tells her that her bending lessons will be completed when she is fourteen, to make room for other, more important lessons.

Toph smiles at their vision of a future, says all the right things. There is nowhere else she has to go.