Genre: Humor
Rating: K
Summary: Sokka and Azula find out something shocking while on a walk together.
Azula liked Sokka, she'd decided. He was one of the few people who she felt she could connect with on equal terms, as a planner and mastermind. He'd never been to a strategy class, but he was quick-witted and he'd spotted the patterns in many a battle without the help of formal training. In fact, they were deep in that very subject, discussing a hypothetical battle of spirits, when they came upon a sight that had both of them rather distracted.
Their dads were sitting together.
Now, this sight alone wasn't the strangest thing; it was the meaning behind it, and the way they were angled towards each other as they looked on the fountain, and the lack of tension in both their stances, that set alarm bells ringing in Azula's head. She could tell with just a glance that the same thing was happening to Sokka.
Suddenly a laugh rang through the air - Father's laugh? Since when did Father laugh? - as the two turned to face each other fully, none of the expected animosity on their faces. In fact, it looked more like fondness in their eyes. Azula watched in horror and fascination as they gazed at each other, relaxed and warm, and then -
- and then they kissed.
What?
"What?" she could hear Sokka stammer above her, echoing her thoughts. "That's not - it can't - why?"
"Shut up, they'll hear you!" she hissed as she pulled him back behind a nearby wall. Oh, she could already tell this was gonna be good.
short because i'm tired