When Sokka was a young boy, his favorite color had always been red. It was only natural; there was so much blue around him the naturally he would want the opposite. Sokka would always pray, late at night, for the spirits to send him just one day of red; just one day of crimson filling his gaze and overflowing his world.
Then, of course, the Fire Nation attacked – a day of red; a day of blood. Sokka, being the young boy he was, was often consumed by the terror that he had brought along the attack just by wishing for red.
So, obviously, red was no longer his favorite color.
Then, it was white. White was the color of nothing, the color of a painless and emotionless existence, the color of ignorance. It seemed all Sokka needed was to escape all of the anger and grief and fear around him, and the only way out of that was not to feel anything.
But the day that Katara came up and asked, truly puzzled, why he had stopped smiling, everything was thrown into a strange and shocking new light, a light where he had to feel – to feel for his sister, if no one else.
The day Sokka first met Suki was they day it changed to gold. Gold, the color of her fans and her thread and her head piece. Gold, the color of the sun and the stars and light.
Gold, it seemed, lasted for quite a while.
Gold (and Suki with it) disappeared from the moment he set his eyes on Yue. He certainly wouldn't have chosen blue, but, what the heck – she looked great in it. Blue was her eyes, blue were Sokka's eyes. It seemed that the spirits themselves had arranged for Sokka and Yue to live forever in a land of blue.
Least to say, that didn't turn out so well.
After blue came green. Green was one of the only colors left, and Sokka couldn't help feeling that if he loved nature and the world, green came along with it. It seemed to brighten his day when desolate thoughts of death and defeat penetrated his mind, and remind him that not all was bad.
Aang never could get why Sokka didn't feel this way about yellow, but the Water Tribe warrior stoutly refused anything so….obnoxious.
Green was meant to last forever, or so it seemed.
But then she came.
She was flexible, acrobatic, and bouncy; cheerful, optimistic, and mischievous.
In other words, everything he didn't like about Aang.
Miraculously, though, somehow, all of these characteristics were fine when they belonged to Ty Lee.
But no one could have been more surprised than Sokka when his favorite color suddenly became, of all things, pink.
Ah, Ty Lokka...I love this pairing. I think this is one of my best drabbles.