A/N: Whoops, I forgot to post this one. This is for Tokka week's prompt 'Lullaby'. Fanfic was being stupid when I originally meant to put this puppy up, so I guess it just slipped my mind afterwards. This was written in about… uh, fifteen or twenty minutes? Reviews are lovely.
Designated Moron:
Sometimes, she just listens and feels everything breathe.
She doesn't know why, but on evenings when the idea of the upcoming battle begins to worry her, seeking solace in the steady rhythm of everything living together quietly, inhaling and exhaling as one is just soothing. She can feel it as her friends finally drift off into sleep when their pulse slows down, one by one, each of them falling into a land of dreams gradually.
It's calming to know everyone is just where they should be – safe and around her. She will never admit it to anyone, but she worries for her friends more then herself. After all, she knows she can protect herself, but what about them? In particular, she tends to worry about the designated swordsman in the group more often then the others.
He is just such a moron sometimes.
But she sighs quickly, shooing away this thought and reminding herself once more that he is just a few paces away from her. Or… he used to be? She must have not been paying close to the earth's vibrations. Where'd he…?
THUMP THUMP THUMP.
Oh. He's awake. Only his footsteps are that loud and obnoxious. She shifts over to her right away from him. All she has to do is concentrate on her friend's breathing and then -.
THUMP THUMP THUMP.
- she'll be able to fall asleep quickly -.
THUMP THUMP THUMP.
- the night really is peaceful -.
THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP.
"What the heck!" she shouts irritably, sitting up and using a quick jab of her arms to send her earth tent back away into the ground. Her eyes are wide and her brow is narrowed, glaring towards the direction of the infuriating sound.
"Did I wake you?" a voice whispers back stupidly, as if his quiet tone makes a difference – her other friends were already awake and groggily grumbling between themselves.
"No! Some other moron stomping around camp must have!"
"Sorry."
"Just go to sleep Lead Feet, before I earthbend you into the nearest tree."
"Yes ma'am!"
Yeah. He really is a moron.