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Determinación -- El mundo consiste en la Tierra y el Agua. -- Sus manos eran suaves. Los dedos a los que Toph estaba acostumbrada eran gruesos y sensibles. Acariciaban ásperamente su cabello, suavemente por encima de sus labios y ella los sujetaba con firmeza. Toph exploraba con las sensibles yemas de sus dedos sus manos (cada ranura, cada rincón), las profundas líneas grabadas en la piel e incluso la forma de su palma: perfectamente adecuada para sujetar una espada o lanzar un boomerang. Rugosa, concebida después de años de duro trabajo para mantener a una familia.   Cuando ella solía darle

14. Dream One This couldn't be happening. Not here. Not now. Not ever. But it was. Sure, she'd dreamed about it, but she never could have possibly imagined… "Do you understand now?" Sokka asked, pulling back from her and breathing a little heavier than normal. Toph's breath was completely stalled in her lungs. She nodded slowly. "Did that just happen?" she asked herself, giving herself a good pinch and jumping when it hurt. "Depends. What do you think happened?" Sokka asked, panicking. If he was wrong about this, there were going to be major injuries inflicted upon himself. She didn't seem mad, though. Just…thoughtful. "I'm no

Tokka PnF – Dreaming Sokka closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep. Almost immediately, he went from dull blackness to a world filled with colour. As he often did in his dreams, he returned to the North Pole. He didn’t exactly know why he did, but once again he was here tonight. Maybe it was the fact that it was like home to him. Maybe the fact that the landscape was hard and brutal, yet calming and peaceful, depending on which way you looked at it. He took a deep breath, before taking a single step forward into the crystal city. One thing that always made him think is that whenever he came here in his dreams, the city was always

He watched her from afar, not caring much about what she did. At least, that's what he thought. Noticing her talking with everyone, flirting with everyone, he soon began to feel left out. He really didn't belong there anyways; it was a fancy party hosted by her rich, fancy parents. She felt his heartbeat and knew something was off. He seemed... quieter, calmer than usual. He was hiding something. Of course, when she asked how he was, he lied and said he was fine. Instead of calling his lie like usual, she frowned, wondering why he didn't trust her. Of course he lied to her. He couldn't tell her he didn't want her to talk to anyone or flirt