[AtLA] It Couldn't Be Pinker
Title: It Couldn't Be Pinker
Fandom: Avatar the Last Airbender
Author: kawaiispinel
Feedback: ...Is loverly.
Word Count: 868
Prompt: 7. Think Pink
Rating: G
Characters: Sokka, Toph
Pairings: Sokka/Toph.
Summary: In which Toph's mother's sense of fashion is skewed and Toph is forced to wear pink.
Disclaimer: Nope. Not mine. It wouldn't be fit for children if I ran the show.
Author's Note: I wish I had a better title... I'll be happy with the fact that it's actually an AtLA reference in itself.
In all fairness, Sokka was trying his hardest not to laugh. He had promised her that he wouldn’t, but even if he hadn’t, he probably would have still tried out of fear of what she might do to him if he did. It was bad enough that she was being forced to wear, well, that, but getting laughed at by her best friend (with benefits) would only add insult to injury, and adding insult to injury, as far as Toph was concerned, was tantamount to a declaration of war.
But it was just so funny.
Obviously, Toph’s mother had no taste. Either that or she really had no clue what one wears to a fancy Fire Nation party. It had been seven years since the war and apparently parties were the best due course of action to celebrate finally putting everything back together. Toph hadn’t wanted to go in the first place, but through the whining of her mother (who was now fully aware of what her daughter was capable of and determined to turn her into a proper society lady) and the prodding of Sokka, she had agreed. The second she finally buckled, however, her mother was going through the motions to find her the perfect attire for a Fire Nation gathering.
What she had gotten was something so horrific that it was a good thing that Toph couldn’t see it, because she would have had a fit over having to wear it.
"Well?" Toph asked, shifting awkwardly from one foot to the other, the long sleeves of the garment falling over her wrists and obscuring her hands. She kept trying to push the sleeves up, but the fine silk resisted every attempt and she finally gave up with a haughty sigh. Sokka figured no matter how many extremely fancy outfits her mother insisted on sticking her in, she’d never get used to them, not after so many years of fighting the good fight in far more comfortable and less exotic attire.
Sokka was thankful that Toph couldn’t see the faces he was making as he tried desperately to try to reply to her question without bursting out laughing. "Well... Your hair looks nice."
That was the truth. He had no idea how anything- spirit or man- could have tamed Toph’s wild hair out of her favored hair bun and into something so elegant, but somehow it had been done. The pretty gold ornaments that had been woven in were a nice touch, but even they couldn’t draw attention away from the rest of the ensemble.
"And?" Toph arched a brow, urging him on with a wave of her hand, barely visible under the lengthy bell-shaped sleeves.
"Your dress is... Is... Very, uh."
"Spit it out, meathead!" She snapped, growing impatient.
"Pink," he finally confirmed bluntly, trying to keep his cool, but failing because he still wanted nothing more than to laugh at how ridiculous the getup looked.
Toph looked appalled. She had a general grasp of colors even if she couldn’t see them, and she knew pink was a color that she should avoid at all costs. "Pink?"
"Pink," Sokka nodded.
"How pink?"
"It’s like if the color pink thought, ‘You know what? I could be pinker.’" He paused. "Also there are dragons on it."
"...Dragons?"
"Yes. Pink dragons. They look very cuddly."
"Cuddly" was apparently the correct word to cause Sokka to lose all control of his decorum, for the moment the word left his mouth, he was laughing hysterically and didn’t stop until he was on the floor, clutching his sides.
"Are you finished?" Toph asked when the laughter had died to a light chuckle, her voice a low growl.
"Yeah," Sokka said, wiping a tear from his eyes. He noticed Toph’s expression and remembered why he hadn’t wanted to laugh at her.
"Good." She stomped her foot and instantly the ground underneath him vanished and he plummeted into a six-foot deep hole.
"It looks good on you though!" he shouted, attempting to claw his way out of the hole before she decided she was mad enough to close it on him. "Really! Pink’s your color!"
Toph crossed her arms over her chest and leered at him over the mouth of the hole. "I’m going to go kill my mother for having the worst taste in fashion imaginable. When I get back, I’ll consider letting you out. Is that clear?"
Sokka flopped down onto the ground, a sulky expression on his face. "Yes."
"Glad we understand each other."
And then she was gone, leaving Sokka to wonder if this was the sort of life he was going to have if he decided he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her as he’d often considered on days like this when all he wanted to do was spend time with her, despite all the pain she might inflict on him or the dry sarcasm and jokes at each others’ expense that they hurled between them.
He smiled and leaned against the side of his makeshift prison. "It’s worth it," he accessed.