a/n: I started this story several years ago. I started jotting down ideas that flew into my head when I listened to certain songs on my iPod, and decided to write drabbles based off of them. I have no idea how long this will be - I'll probably end it around 10, and if that doesn't sit well with me, I'll probably carry on til 15. We'll see what happens! The title of the story, "Heartilation", is the title of an Andrew Jackson Jihad song.
Song: Soil, Soil (Tegan and Sara)
Pairing: SokkaxSuki
Rating: G
Word Count: 229
Song Lyric: "and if I forget, or god forbid die too soon, hope that you'll hear me, know that I wrote to you."
During Suki's first week in prison, she wrote Sokka letters. Pages upon pages of them, detailing everything that had happened – starting from when they last saw each other at the Serpents Pass, and ending with the day she was captured. Sometime between her fifth and sixth letter, it occurred to Suki that she had no way to send the letters – and nowhere to send them to. She placed the letters in a box, which she stowed away beneath her cot. She would simply have to hand deliver the letters to Sokka when he came for her.
And so, Suki waited.
During Suki's third week in prison, she accepted that Sokka was not coming for her. When she had come to terms with this, she nestled herself into the smallest corner of her prison cell and let herself cry for the first time in nearly a year. It was then she learned a very important thing about herself: Suki the Warrior did not cry. Suki the Prisoner did.
She had never been gracious about accepting defeat, but she had also never cried over it. But the truth was that Sokka wasn't coming. When breakfast was delivered to her the next morning, she pushed the letters through the grate and instructed the guards to burn them.
If Sokka wasn't coming for her, then Suki wasn't going to waste her time waiting.