Beyond the Horizon, Across the Divide

[angle_on_it]

Characters: fn_rebel and angle_on_it
When: December 28th, 2011 [backdated]
Where: The Forge
Rating: PG
Summary: After a very successful Solstice Celebration, Sokka finds out that Bon has left Adstringendum. He doesn't take it too well (and who's surprised,) so he spends some extra time at the forge to mope in the quiet.

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[fn_rebel]

Maybe it was habit that caused Jet's feet to guide him here, to the forge. He only ever came here when he sought out Sokka. He would occasionally pass it when it happened to be on the way of wherever he was going, but today something got him to take a step inside. Maybe it was that he suddenly felt washed over with tiredness. He scratched at his temple with the heel of his palm, he got tired too quickly as of late. His resolution to the problem had become walking. Walking as far as he was able, taking a break, and walking back. Eventful. He snorted to himself, displeased with his stamina, and let out a sigh

[angle_on_it]

He had been dreaming, mind drifting in an out of memories made since May. Fishing. In his dream, he'd been fishing and Bon had been there, his happy laughter filling the air. The sun was shining, it was summer. Vividly, the leafy green trees whispered against the wind, carrying off Suguro's laughter and with it, just a bit more of Sokka's easiness.

It was a bittersweet creation of his own mind; obviously still hyper-aware of the loss of his friend, Sokka had fussed so much in his dream, he'd scared away all of the fish.

Eventually, Jet's voice invaded the scene and suddenly the dreaming man found himself startled and disturbed. A second later, he sat up. Covered in sweat, panting, and confused, he gasped out his Bon's name, one hand resting on his racing heart while the other propped him in his half-seated position. He must have realized he was wrong pretty quickly, though, immediately amending his words. "Jet... I didn't-- uh, hey. Sorry, I didn't hear you come in..."

[fn_rebel]

Waking up in such a state; that was something else the freedom fighter had grown familiar with in Adstringendum. It was the reason he’d given up on getting sleep, waking up in fitful nightmares, the cold sweat, the fear. He shook his head to dismiss the thoughts, the ones of his parents, and reminded himself why he was here. Not for himself, for Sokka. Sokka was panicking; something had happened to Sokka, he didn’t have to reflect. So he wouldn’t

[angle_on_it]

It took Sokka a long minute to pull himself back to the present, though he bothered to gesture somewhere along the line to show his friend he was at least hearing the question.

Awash with emotion, the young man rubbed both hands at his face, scrubbing away the sweat in the same motion he used to try to scrub away his embarrassment. He didn't want Jet to see him that way -- not if it meant the other boy could perceive how thinly Sokka's defenses were wearing. A long breath escaped in a heavy sigh and he dropped his hands into his lap. Something of a helpless shrug followed and looked over at his friend, eyes rimmed with a little too much red. When he tried to speak, nothing came out until he cleared his throat. "A, uh... a friend went home."

Sokka tried to sneak a breath, but it shuddered in unpleasantly and forced him to look away, hurt to know it would only worry Jet all the more. The young man swallowed and closed his eyes, trying to explain his obvious upset a little more clearly. "More a brother than a friend, actually..."