dickpuncherdraws:“Hey,” Sokka whispers, and it might get lost in the wind as he smiles a
dickpuncherdraws:“Hey,” Sokka whispers, and it might get lost in the wind as he smiles a tad breathlessly. He nudges his forehead into Zuko’s temple, clenches his fingers tight on Zuko’s shoulder, possessive and urgent. “It worked, it worked.” He kisses the high of Zuko’s cheekbone, then draws back without letting him go. Zuko’s elusory eyes are hard to catch. “Thank you,” Sokka mumbles, earnest.Zuko inhales, exhales, pins his gaze on the ocean. Then he twists toward Sokka, roots his palm on the grass behind Sokka’s hip, and kisses him on the mouth.from chapter 7 of invisible string by @taotu, which i have not stopped thinking about since i read it -- source link