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[beliefovermisery]

Eventually bullied into lying down and closing his eyes, Sokka has a hard time getting to sleep. But each time an idea forms, a new project, something he has to write down, there's someone there to push him down the second he pops up. After so many scoldings, so many hours of sleepless work, he does eventually conk out.

It's a deep sleep. Not a dreamless one.

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[notanoptimist.livejournal.com]

This was different. This was wrong.

He watched her slide, felt his arm give around her. He remembered it being tight, holding her close, clinging to the ice himself with one hand, but she slipped.

He watched her slide...

But didn't reach.

The part that knew it was a dream screamed in his mind, but really... he watched her slide into the ice, the freezing cold... he watched...

[flyingsister.livejournal.com]

"Sokka!" her voice was hysterical and shaky from the cold. "Sok--S-s-sokka, p-please!"

Her eyes welled up with tears that froze on her face--she was freezing all over, ice spreading up her skin and over her face, tinging her lips blue. Frost clung to her eyelashes.

"You-you p-promised! You p-promised y-y-you would protect me!"

And then her hands slipped off the ice and she disappeared under the water.

[notanoptimist.livejournal.com]

He watched.

He watched and when she was gone and bubbles rose from the water below, he turned away from her, turned his back on her to find the canoe.

His father was there, on his boat with the other men, Bato behind him... all staring at him... all looking disappointed...

"I told you to protect her," his father said, eyes shamed, ashamed.

"You told me you wanted to be a warrior," Bato said behind him, shaking his head in anger.

Sokka stood there on the ice and watched them move away, watched them disappear in the distance. When he looked behind him, the bubbles were gone...