Disclaimer: Avatar the Last Airbender belongs to Michael Dante Dimartino, Brian Konietzko and Nickelodeon Studios.
Character: Sokka & Zuko
Slippery When Wet
Love is like a newly caught fish. If you don't hold onto it carefully, it'll slip away from you.
"…like fishing."
"FISHING?!" I stared at him incredulously. Toph had been right, that writer did have him pegged. "You're comparing love to fishing?! Forget I asked!"
"Have you ever been fishing?"
I paused, my face pinking slightly.
"Didn't think so," he said smugly.
I glared at him, pleased to see that still had some effect, as he looked away quickly.
"Anyways, when you pull the fish out of the water it's wet, slimy. If you don't hold onto it tightly you'll drop it."
His gaze settled on the small audience watching as she instructed the Avatar, his eyes softening as he spotted the young warrior. I followed his gaze, my heartbeat quickening at the sight of another warrior, although I still didn't understand what he was talking about. Really, he was worse than Uncle!
"It's the same with love; you've got to hold onto it, or it'll slip away from you."
I said nothing, merely watching as she finished her lesson. The Avatar bowed and left, presumably to continue his training with his earthbending master. She summoned a stream of water, continuing her own exercises. Beside me the grass rustled as the boy stood. His eyes held mine for a long moment, before drifting to where she still practiced. He remained silent for a long time and I feared the worst.
"Aang's too soft. She needs a real sparring partner." He gave me a pointed look. "Just…don't hurt her."
He walked away, waving enthusiastically to the Kyoshi warrior, as I stared on in shock. My mind was still reeling when I heard her calling my name, asking me if I was up for a little practice; that is if I wasn't afraid of a little water.
I smiled, taunting her in return, silently thanking Agni for this chance. I wouldn't let it slip away.