(and the words will hold you in their loquacious keeping stone to stone the answer told you is that stone is there to show you how the world did its weeping)
He's standing in a space. Not space but a space, some indiscernable piece of something that he can stand on. And, amazingly, the landscape changes in front of him into water, to land, and to actual space - stars and everything.
There's a spaceship in that one.
And a car down the road. Some sort of small jet a little further from that. And a large wooden boat with blue sails that dwarfs the rest - but is also the furthest away.
"But she won't believe me." He sounds petulant, a child again, but he realizes it now, too, and sighs, bowing his head. "I'm... I'm worried that she'll go away and I won't be able to-- to smile ever again."
He loves Mel and he loves his nieces but his job has always been to make them smile. Steph is someone new and entirely different. He's cheered her before but he doesn't have to actively try to make her happy.
"You know," Sokka begins, now properly dark-skinned and blue-eyed, wraps around his hands-- and realizing he still has arms around the girl, "I don't actually know your name. Or who you are. Or why you keep popping up in my head."
He was. He's gotten rather focused during the course of this dream.
Likely why he hadn't noticed the setting-change to the Kansas farmhouse, covered in snow and dotted with snow forts he and Steph had built during their epic War.
Sokka smiles a very little, letting his arms drop to the sides.
He's standing in a space. Not space but a space, some indiscernable piece of something that he can stand on. And, amazingly, the landscape changes in front of him into water, to land, and to actual space - stars and everything.
There's a spaceship in that one.
And a car down the road. Some sort of small jet a little further from that. And a large wooden boat with blue sails that dwarfs the rest - but is also the furthest away.
Like some sort of multidimensional bus stop.
Sokka looks at it all with a frown.
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He loves Mel and he loves his nieces but his job has always been to make them smile. Steph is someone new and entirely different. He's cheered her before but he doesn't have to actively try to make her happy.
She makes him happy.
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Meddlesome Inty is meddlesome.
"That you won't take care of yourself."
Reassure her. You dork.
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"I always take care of myself. And I always come back."
The last year or so, he's been operating under the assumption that it's possible he can't die. But, just to be safe, try not to.
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"She should know."
He frowns.
"I think."
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"I don't want her to."
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People worry. It's a thing they do.
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His nose wrinkles.
"Mel's crap at avoiding it, too."
But then, so is Sokka.
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"You know," Sokka begins, now properly dark-skinned and blue-eyed, wraps around his hands-- and realizing he still has arms around the girl, "I don't actually know your name. Or who you are. Or why you keep popping up in my head."
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She grins a bright little grin, gives him an extra squeeze, and steps back.
The name explains rather a lot, if you listen to it closely enough.
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Likely why he hadn't noticed the setting-change to the Kansas farmhouse, covered in snow and dotted with snow forts he and Steph had built during their epic War.
Sokka smiles a very little, letting his arms drop to the sides.
"Nice to meet you."
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