Post by Aubrey Pedersen on Aug 4, 2006 1:07:06 GMT -5
We don't have to use this, even though I like it. I don't even know if it's true in this universe. It just popped into my head while listening to...a song that I can no longer remember what it was ^^;;;...this popped into my head. So I wrote it down, and I do like it. I love the darker side of Sokka.
RANDOM SOKKA AND AZULA CONVERSATION
“Come, ‘Zula,” one of the boys said, pushing the cup into her hand. “One sip won’t hurt.”
Azula frowned, and began to raise the glass to her mouth. A large brown hand clasped her wrist, effectively stopping the alcohol in its path. Azula looked up to find cold blue eyes staring back at her.
“You,” Sokka said, forcing her arm down, “are coming home. Right now.”
“What do you mean,” Azula said, glaring up at him even as she wondered what he’d been doing there. Sokka wasn’t the kind of person who went to parties. “I’m staying right here.”
“No, you aren’t. You’re going home before you do something really stupid.”
“You can’t tell me what to do!”
“Watch me.” With strength Azula was not aware he had, Sokka yanked her to her feet, lifted her up, and slung her over his shoulders.
“Sokka! Sokka put me down! I’ll burn you, I swear I will.”
“Go ahead. I don’t care. You’re coming with me.”
Azula fumed as she was being dragged out the door, her face reddening as people snickered behind their hands. Sokka didn’t put her down until they were about two blocks away from the house. Once he’d done so, she whirled to face him in all her pissed womanly glory.
“What do you think you’re doing? I was having fun, Sokka.”
“No you weren’t,” Sokka said, walking past her with his hands in his pockets. “You had convinced yourself you were, but trust me. Nothing at that party was fun.”
“How would you know? You’ve never even been to a party.”
Sokka stopped, and half turned so he was looking at her with an unreadable expression. “That’s not true.”
Azula blinked, and Sokka kept walking. In spite of herself, she chose to chase after him instead of return to the party. She had to figure out what that look meant. “You’ve been to a party?”
“Lots of them. I went to parties like that from eighth grade until half way through last year.”
Azula stared at him in amazement. “Did Zuko go with you?’
“No. He doesn’t know. Nobody does.”
“Surely your dad…”
“How? He’s never home. I could pretty much do what I wanted, so long as I didn’t get caught.”
“Well, then, you understand why the party is fun…”
“No. What I understand is exactly why it wasn’t.”
“I thought it was…”
“You’re lying to yourself. Stop doing that. You know what you’re looking for isn’t there.”
“Oh yeah, smart guy,” Azula said, stopping and putting her hands on her hips. “Then what am I looking for?”
“Something to make you feel alive again,” Sokka said, without turning to look at her. “Trust me when I say the drugs won’t do it.”
Azula gaped at his back for a while, and then walked up so she was standing beside him. “How do you know…”
Instead of answering her directly, Sokka removed the wrist guards he always wore. He lifted them so Azula could see the scars that criss crossed his dark skin. “I’ve done and tried a lot of things I’m not proud of. Take my advice, Azula, when I tell you from experience that the drugs aren’t going to help you. All it will do is make it worse when you crash.”
Unsure what else to say, Azula simply grabbed his hand.
RANDOM SOKKA AND AZULA CONVERSATION
“Come, ‘Zula,” one of the boys said, pushing the cup into her hand. “One sip won’t hurt.”
Azula frowned, and began to raise the glass to her mouth. A large brown hand clasped her wrist, effectively stopping the alcohol in its path. Azula looked up to find cold blue eyes staring back at her.
“You,” Sokka said, forcing her arm down, “are coming home. Right now.”
“What do you mean,” Azula said, glaring up at him even as she wondered what he’d been doing there. Sokka wasn’t the kind of person who went to parties. “I’m staying right here.”
“No, you aren’t. You’re going home before you do something really stupid.”
“You can’t tell me what to do!”
“Watch me.” With strength Azula was not aware he had, Sokka yanked her to her feet, lifted her up, and slung her over his shoulders.
“Sokka! Sokka put me down! I’ll burn you, I swear I will.”
“Go ahead. I don’t care. You’re coming with me.”
Azula fumed as she was being dragged out the door, her face reddening as people snickered behind their hands. Sokka didn’t put her down until they were about two blocks away from the house. Once he’d done so, she whirled to face him in all her pissed womanly glory.
“What do you think you’re doing? I was having fun, Sokka.”
“No you weren’t,” Sokka said, walking past her with his hands in his pockets. “You had convinced yourself you were, but trust me. Nothing at that party was fun.”
“How would you know? You’ve never even been to a party.”
Sokka stopped, and half turned so he was looking at her with an unreadable expression. “That’s not true.”
Azula blinked, and Sokka kept walking. In spite of herself, she chose to chase after him instead of return to the party. She had to figure out what that look meant. “You’ve been to a party?”
“Lots of them. I went to parties like that from eighth grade until half way through last year.”
Azula stared at him in amazement. “Did Zuko go with you?’
“No. He doesn’t know. Nobody does.”
“Surely your dad…”
“How? He’s never home. I could pretty much do what I wanted, so long as I didn’t get caught.”
“Well, then, you understand why the party is fun…”
“No. What I understand is exactly why it wasn’t.”
“I thought it was…”
“You’re lying to yourself. Stop doing that. You know what you’re looking for isn’t there.”
“Oh yeah, smart guy,” Azula said, stopping and putting her hands on her hips. “Then what am I looking for?”
“Something to make you feel alive again,” Sokka said, without turning to look at her. “Trust me when I say the drugs won’t do it.”
Azula gaped at his back for a while, and then walked up so she was standing beside him. “How do you know…”
Instead of answering her directly, Sokka removed the wrist guards he always wore. He lifted them so Azula could see the scars that criss crossed his dark skin. “I’ve done and tried a lot of things I’m not proud of. Take my advice, Azula, when I tell you from experience that the drugs aren’t going to help you. All it will do is make it worse when you crash.”
Unsure what else to say, Azula simply grabbed his hand.
