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.”
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.”
