#martyrmoon

                                     @unferal​     —     𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑢𝑒,       #𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑦𝑟𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑛

 𝑎  𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠𝑠  𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑠  𝑜𝑛  𝑎  𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑒,    𝑛𝑜𝑡  𝑦𝑒𝑡  ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠  𝑏𝑢𝑡  𝑑𝑢𝑒  𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒  𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑  𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙  𝑓𝑜𝑟  𝑡ℎ𝑒  𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑖𝑚.  her  legs  crossed,  features  still  pretty  even  with  scowl  she  wore.  another  princess,  what  was  supposed  to  be  her  other  half,  writhe  with  pain  as  the  burn  on  her  arm  would  soon  start  to  blister.  if she  had  the  capacity  for  a  decent  apology, it  would  have  been  delivered  instantly.  if azula  were  a  different  person,  yue  wouldn’t  be  sporting  such  an  injury.  perhaps  she’d  have  been  able  to  control  her  outbursts.  perhaps,  she  would  have  a  better  grasp  &  hold  on  what  it  meant  to  care enough  about  someone  else.  

 words  could  have  never  failed  him  more  than  they  did  in  that  moment.  a  ghost  of  his  past,  it  would  seem,  before  him  like  she  was  the  flesh  &  bone  he’d  remembered  her  to  be  so  long  ago.   emotions,  both  high  &  flow,  flooded  his  system  then,  everything  happiness  to  rage  &  guilt  at  his  own  failure  to  protect  her.  if  sokka  could,  he’d  have  gone  back  that  day  and  erased  everything.  everything.  sokka  sworn  he’d  so  unspeakable things  if  it  meant  she  would  live. 

 it  was  unhealthy,  how  much  he  loved  her.  unhealthy  in  the  way  that  if  he  could  have,  his  life  would  be  given  for  hers.  inside  of  him  a  love  that  once  burned  so  strong,  still  had  embers  ready  reignite  the  blaze  at  a  mere  blink  of  an  eye.   and  by  those  calculations,  seeing  her  again  as  a  person,  not  a  planet,  did  something  far  more  intense  than  simply  reignite  it. 

         “  this  seemed  more  romantic  in  my  head.  ”   a  thought  that  had  been  pondered  aloud  as  his  eyes  lamely  looked  around  the  at  the  scene  he’d  thought  he’d  beautifully  created.   a  rug  he’d  borrowed from  clothesline  he’d  walked  by  was  thrown  on  the  ground,   two  cushions  he’d  made  from  some  pillow  cases  &  stray  appa  hair  also  joined  the  fray  along  with  a  basket  of  food  he’d  managed  to  scrounge  from  various  places  around  the  city.  sokka  had  always  heard  of  people  going  on  picnics,  never  seen  it  done  in  practise.  he  thought  this  would  have  been  some  grand  romantic  gesture,  letting  yue  know  just  how  much he  cared  for  her  but...  it  just  looked  like  a  rug  on  the  ground  and  a  poor  attempt  at  upholstering.