avatar drabble: spark, crackle, burn (Azula, Sokka)
spark, crackle, burn
Summary: She had always loved a challenge. He was not an exception.
Characters: Azula, Sokka
Word Count: 200
Prompt: sokka_x_azula 's Sokkla Summer // Week 01: Burning
It is more of a malice than anything (a dance, some would say, but she was never that poetic) when they meet again, with the space between them full from the whispers of his sword and the death from her fingertips.
Spark-
Their meeting is ( adrenalineslashgrabthrustburn- ) merciless, without a doubt- he is the only one who sees her as an enemy now, as her pathetic brother and the wretched Avatar watch her with something called pity (she’ll make them pay, she swore) and she relishes in this fact; his acknowledgment of her as a threat.
A swing she is too late to block and the tip of his blade comes too close (closer, the way she wants it) and she can feel her own lips curving upwards as she runs her index finger on the black steel, tempting, caressing-
Crackle-
He jumps back, sensing the danger but not hiding his curiosity; his eyes follow her bloodied fingers as she brings them closer to her tongue and-
Burn.
He waits until her fingers are dried; never taking his eyes off her- when they charge at each other, the tension that weighs the air may as well render them weightless.