In the end, it always boiled down to fire. Despite my family's ties to everything to do with the aquatic, the one thing that always gripped and pulled me in was the flame in his godforsaken eyes. And somehow with his touch he managed to set fire to my blood, send my cheeks into a raging fury and spark something unexplainable in my abdomen. The heat around him was overwhelming, the passion I felt toward him was indescribable… and the moment he turned his back to me, ice. All I felt was ice… my flames disintegrating into ashes, barely alive, kindling begging to be relit.
No matter how much I tried to rip myself away from his magnetic force… it was like plants being drawn to the sun. It was like he had his own gravitational pull. He was my everything; not only was he the sun I relied on for life itself, but the center of my solar system. As much as it disgusted me, I could do nothing but rotate around him; I relied on him more than I liked to admit.
The kicker is that under every single circumstance I should hate the bastard. In a way, I still do. I hate him for having me wrapped around his pinky finger and double freaking knotted. Twisting and turning and ripping the life out of me only to replenish it all again with the simplest of gestures.
I guess this is love. As much as I adore to over think & over analyze, to do everything the way it needs to be done, how it should be done… I can't help myself around him. I'm at his beck and call and yes, damn it, I'll admit I'd drop everything I'm doing just to be at his side for the stupidest things.
My name is Sokka, and I have a problem. His name is Zuko.