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beliefovermisery) wrote2009-09-28 03:50 pm
beliefovermisery) wrote2009-09-28 03:50 pm
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Steph's off doing-- something. Sokka doesn't know. He didn't know how much time he'd have to himself to use the radio, but he did it anyway and now...
Now, there's work to do. There's a storm coming and he needs to finish the igloo and move the supplies in, go hunting to make sure there's enough leather and fur for Steph to make good clothing for herself. He needs to smoke some meat and make jerky so they won't have to leave the igloo while it snows. He needs to...
To do anything else that won't make him think of what his sister said.
Now, there's work to do. There's a storm coming and he needs to finish the igloo and move the supplies in, go hunting to make sure there's enough leather and fur for Steph to make good clothing for herself. He needs to smoke some meat and make jerky so they won't have to leave the igloo while it snows. He needs to...
To do anything else that won't make him think of what his sister said.
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The blocks are out of place but not by much. He could have showed her how to fix them. He could have taught her this, how to survive in this world he knows.
Loo stopped asking for you.
He's not ready yet.
Don't be sorry.
He can still hear her voice.
You're not trying to confront yourself.
He isn't right and he's not ready.
But he can build an igloo.
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Just a second. Then she's sitting there to watch Sokka work, resentful and guilty and hurting and with harsh and true words ringing in her head.
She's too old to feel like this. Drawing a deep breath, she folds her legs up under her, tucks her hood down to protect her from the wind, and lets her breathing relax into meditation, counting heartbeats to force herself to be calm, eyes closed.
In.
Probably shouldn't have come.
Out.
Invaded is the right word.
In.
He wasn't this angry this morning.
Out.
Something happened.
In.
He had the radio. Called Mel.
Out.
Didn't go well. Or maybe it's not that. Maybe it's me.
In.
Is it possible we're over?
Out - and she chokes slightly on laughter, both of ridicule at the thought and of relief that the thought was so ridiculous. It's always nice to know. Damn, there went her rhythm.
In.
Out.
In.
What if it's not ridiculous to him?
Out.
Worry about that later. Breathe.
In.
Breathe.
Out.
Breathe.
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Place the block, glue it down tight, check and make sure there are no cracks or spaces. Check the whole structure. Add another block. Repeats.
She just missed him.
He can't talk about this now.