#33 Rival
Title: For Better or for Worse
Author:
the_writer27
Rating: T
Prompt: # 33: Rival
Warning(s): N/A
Word Count: 202
Summary: He'll tell himself that he lets her win.
Author's Notes: N/A
Disclaimer: Avatar: The Last Airbender, its ideas and characters. belong to Michael Dante DiMartino and Bryan Konietzko, who, for some reason, have agreed to let their amazing series be made into a live action movie.
To be directed by M. Night Shyamalan.
Yeah.
That guy.
Elbows on the table. If they weren't' engaged, the Bei Fongs would have never put up with it. As it was, they decided to consider themselves lucky that their only daughter was willing to drop in for a visit a week before the wedding. Elbows on the table, palm to palm, brows furrowed and knuckles white.
Toph slams the back of Sokka's hand to the hard wood of the table and lets out a cry of triumph.
"Man, Sokka, you'd better toughen up. It looks like I'll be the one carrying you over the threshold!" she crowed.
Lady Bei Fong fought to keep her smile delicate and polite.
"That's what we agreed on from the start!" Sokka countered.
"So you admit that I wear the pants?" Toph's face was bright with laughter.
Sokka grumbled something incoherent that could have been arrogant tomboy a second before his finance's heel hit the earthen floor and his face met the same fate as the back of his hand.
"And don't you forget it!" Toph announced, grabbing the back of his shirt and dragging him off to bed.
Later, he'll tell himself that he lets her win.
Author:
the_writer27
Rating: T
Prompt: # 33: Rival
Warning(s): N/A
Word Count: 202
Summary: He'll tell himself that he lets her win.
Author's Notes: N/A
Disclaimer: Avatar: The Last Airbender, its ideas and characters. belong to Michael Dante DiMartino and Bryan Konietzko, who, for some reason, have agreed to let their amazing series be made into a live action movie.
To be directed by M. Night Shyamalan.
Yeah.
That guy.
Elbows on the table. If they weren't' engaged, the Bei Fongs would have never put up with it. As it was, they decided to consider themselves lucky that their only daughter was willing to drop in for a visit a week before the wedding. Elbows on the table, palm to palm, brows furrowed and knuckles white.
Toph slams the back of Sokka's hand to the hard wood of the table and lets out a cry of triumph.
"Man, Sokka, you'd better toughen up. It looks like I'll be the one carrying you over the threshold!" she crowed.
Lady Bei Fong fought to keep her smile delicate and polite.
"That's what we agreed on from the start!" Sokka countered.
"So you admit that I wear the pants?" Toph's face was bright with laughter.
Sokka grumbled something incoherent that could have been arrogant tomboy a second before his finance's heel hit the earthen floor and his face met the same fate as the back of his hand.
"And don't you forget it!" Toph announced, grabbing the back of his shirt and dragging him off to bed.
Later, he'll tell himself that he lets her win.