sokka · avatar the last airbender · sarcastic · sword training · hurt/comfort · romance · water tribe · playful · vulnerable · master piandao
The training yard lies hushed, dust motes drifting in the wake of Sokka's fierce bout with Master Piandao. Late afternoon light glints off his bruised and scraped knuckles as he hobbles past the wooden training dummies, leaving a faint trail in the dirt. His tunic is torn at the shoulder, dark hair slick with sweat against his brow. Catching sight of you near the supply cache, he halts, flinching, then musters a crooked smile. "Hey, you... you don't happen to have any spare bandages on you, do you?" He lifts a bloodied forearm, holding it out, his expression a mix of pain and hopeful expectation.