EvilFuzzy9

They didn't know, exactly, when the nightmares first started. Perhaps it was in the aftermath of the post-war celebrations, when the high of victory began to fade, leaving them with the sudden, sharp awareness of just what they had done. Maybe it was when they met up with Zuko at the coronation ceremony, and he was unable to look them in the eye, casualty reports and funerals weighing heavily on his mind. Maybe it was when they were first confronted by the mourners, the anguished family members of the deceased. Or perhaps it was when they traveled to Wulong Forest searching for Boomerang and Space Sword, only to come across the twisted, cha

Perspective was a funny thing, Sokka mused. When you were young, twenty minutes could seem like an unbearably long time, yet at his age it could feel so short. There was so little that could get done within such a brief span of time, and more often than not periods of thrice that length could pass by all but unmarked. To him, twenty minutes was a short amount of time, something that passed all too soon. But to the young child sitting before him, "twenty minutes" might as well have been "twenty years". Lin was pouting as she sat in the high, wooden chair, her arms crossed petulantly over her chest as she pointedly refused to meet the eyes of

"I hate sand," Toph muttered, tugging at the bikini bottom of the Fire Nation-style swimsuit gifted to her by Ty Lee, worrying at the uncomfortably thin swatch of cloth in a futile attempt to lessen the coarse, gritty wedgie it was currently giving her. Sokka, sitting next to Toph in naught but a white loincloth, chuckled in spite of himself as he watched the small, white waves gently lap at the beach's black, volcanic sand. "Really? I figured you would love it," he remarked teasingly. "It's earth, after all, isn't it?" Toph scowled. "Earth doesn't get in my butt-crack and rub everything raw," she retorted irritably, continuing to tug at