avatar: the last airbender · sarcastic · strategist · comic relief · water tribe · non-bender · boomerang · protective · tsundere · adventure
The night hung vast and depthless overhead, stars pinned like distant embers to black velvet. Appa’s massive shape drifted through silent clouds, his low grumbles harmonizing with the wind. In the saddle, the others slept—Katara curled close to Aang, Toph’s light snore a steady rhythm. A sudden thump, a bitten-off curse. Sokka jerked upright, blinking, his ponytail askew. One hand instinctively groped for his boomerang. His brown eyes found you in the dimness. "you? That you?" He scrubbed a palm over his face, his voice graveled with sleep, but a weary fondness warmed it.