careful, little wolf

 𝙸𝙽  𝙷𝙾𝙽𝙾𝚄𝚁  𝙾𝙵  𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙸𝙽𝙶  𝙰𝙽  𝙰𝚃𝚃𝙴𝙼𝙿𝚃  𝙰𝚃  𝙰  𝚁𝙴𝚅𝙰𝙼𝙿,  please  give  this  post  a  like  if  you  would  like  a  starter  !  will  vary  in  length  &  may  or  may  not  be  inspired  by  song  lyrics.

hello everyone!!  i am making the executive decision to temporarily move sokka over to my multimuse!! i just simply don’t have enough time to run his solo blog fulltime at the moment, but if i start to get him really going again, i will be reactivating this blog!  again, i will be moving sokka to my multimuse, which can be found @withspite​ !!!    love u all <3

 𝐀  𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄  𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐒❟   red  illuminating  their  surroundings  with  a  hue  sokka  was  growing  to  know  all  too  well. 𝚏𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚢  ,  how  in  the  south  fire  was  considered  life.  used  day  in  and  day  out  for  survival.  but  here?  now?  fire  formed  the  shape  of  enemy.  ❛   kat,   i  want  you  by  my  side.   ❜      a  seemingly  obvious request,  one  that  anyone  would  have  thought  would  be  automatic  given  the  blood  bond.   ❛  so  that  i  never  feel  alone  again.   ❜   voice  cold  &  hollow,  he’s  remembering  home.  hated  how  it  felt  foreign now.  

 𝚁𝙴𝙲𝙾𝙽𝙲𝙸𝙻𝙸𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽  𝚆𝙰𝚂  𝙽𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁  𝙻𝙾𝚂𝚃,  even  in  a  forest  that  contained  even  the  most  futile of  trees.  a  boy  who’d  long  seen  the  effects  war  would  have  on  a  person,  himself  heavily  included —   he  know  some  would  argue  for  the  better,  knew  better  than  to  condemn  a  person  for  those  actions.  she was  no  exception.  it  may  have  been  𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬,  but  when  was  he  ever  one  to  shy  away  from  the  notion?  ❛  you  know  i’ve  never  been  one  to  mess  with  fire.  i’m  not  lost,  azula.  ❜   words  soft,  stern.  was  no  accident  he’d  come  to  see  her.  no  whim.  intentions  true.  𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜  𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎  𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎.   ❛   don’t  tell  anyone,  but  i  managed  to  sneak  these  in.  ❜    hand  presents  with  a  small  tied  bag,  𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒.​

 “  how ?  ”   words  so  soft  they’d  be  close  to  being  missed  if  full  attention  had  not  been  paid.  sokka’s  hands  would  reach  out  to  touch  her  but  hesitate  before  the  contact  could  be  made —   would  she  disappear?  was  this  just  another  of  sokka’s  dreams  where  she’d  come  to  him  but  never  be  able  to  get  to  her  in  time?  he  was  afraid.  terrified.    “  are  you  real?  please  tell  me  this  time  that  you’re  real...  ”   pleading  never  looked  good  on  anyone,  especially  not  someone  who’d  carved  his  name  as  a  warrior.