Move

The air is heavy, but relaxed; pale curls of steam float from two abandoned teacups; a moment of thought, a small movement, and he grins with feint politeness and murmurs his challenge—she smirks.

"Beaten at Pai Sho by a blind girl," said Sokka in shock, as Toph snickered.

Top

She was smart and strong and awesome and the greatest Earthbender in the world, of course, but there was times—short periods of dark hopelessness—when she didn't feel smart or strong or awesome or anything like the Blind Bandit, she just felt like Toph—just a child who didn't grow up as quickly as she needed to—just a kid trying to achieve the impossible—just a small, young girl not sure if tomorrow would ever come.

But somehow, when Sokka took her hand in his own large warm one, she still felt like she was on top of the world.

Overwhelmed

It was hard to imagine a situation Toph couldn't handle; armies of a hundred, rampaging moose-lions, successive mass movements—it seemed that a flick of her wrist would calm any storm; and it was with just but sympathetic amusement that Aang saw her breath hitch and her heartbeat stumble as Sokka (in his never-ending obliviousness) hugged her close, utterly ignorant of her plight.

Of course, love could overwhelm anyone—even war heroes—even the Avatar—even the Blind Bandit, as it were.

Look my way

A year after the war, he ignored her all evening—a year after that, she ignored him all evening; two years from then, they didn't come within half a ballroom's distance from each other, so it wasn't a surprise he didn't notice her—it was the next year along, when her body was a woman's, when her face was mature, and he had completely sworn off love, that his head finally turned, his eyes following her across the room and onto the balcony.

Sokka followed, found, and subsequently kissed her—Toph felt like smacking him for taking so long, but at least he looked her way eventually.

Blossomed

Sokka thought it was just stunning, really, the kind of change a person could go through in just seven and a half years; Toph thought it took an insultingly long time for him to realise what a woman she had grown up to be (and here she was thinking she was the blind one)—he assured her she was just a late bloomer.

That was the night he discovered her ass-kicking skills had also blossomed (beyond the near-lethal level it was before, if that was possible).

Daydreams

Every single day was warm and perfect and eight in the morning when she woke up next to him; they spent their hours exchanging soft and rough kisses and having the time of their lives, the mention of loves past never on their lips; every night was the best night ever and she had never felt more beautiful, more wanted, more loved—

Toph hated dreaming (you had to wake up eventually)—but reality was so painful (if she could only sleep forever...)

Seasons

Each season was romantic in its own way—summer was hot and lazy, full of dandelion puffs and waspbees drunk on nectar; autumn was slightly nippy, every leaf turning orange and falling leisurely all around; winter was cold and fluffy, snowflakes for the counting, great for cuddles and kisses over hot cocoa—but most agreed that spring, warm and pleasant with its heads of flower, was the best season to fall in love.

Toph and Sokka were never an ordinary couple. They made sure to fall into bed together, completely drunk (as Katara hid her face in shame), on the very eve of the very first day of winter and also made sure not to fall in love until several seasons afterward.

Blush

She was pretty when she was angry, Sokka thought…he smiled and, in a rare moment of gentlemanliness, stooped slightly to press a light kiss to her cheek; Toph immediately punched him in the gut.

(It was worth it, though, to see her blush.)

(I don't believe in) fairy tales

"Once upon a time," chanted Poppy Bei Fong, starting the tale of yet another beautiful and kind (but completely and utterly useless) princess; "and they lived happily ever after," read Kya of the Southern Water Tribe, closing the story of yet another brave and handsome (but rather lacking in the intelligence department) prince.

In most fairytales, the prince rescued the princess after falling in love with her—Toph was the one who saved Sokka's ass (and again, and again) after falling in love with him, but she never believed in fairytales anyway (the happy ending would be kind of nice, though).

Green (with envy)

Toph knew she wore green, since it was basically the only colour available to a Bei Fong and Earth Kingdom resident; when she asked what green was like, she was answered: it was the colour of spring, a fresh colour, a pleasant colour, a natural colour—the colour of the earth, of the trees, of her eyes.

Toph hugged her knees toward her (trying to shut out the feverous and passionate kisses that were being exchanged in Sokka's tent) and wondered at the irony: that she would wear the one colour that was also the colour of envy.

And that's round two. I don't think it's quite as good as chapter 1, probably because it has a lot of MY prompts in it, and MY PROMPTS ALL SUCK. xD;

I think Top, Daydreams and Blush were all ready OOC and/or bad, but I don't know…like I said, I'm terrible at one-sentence shots…and I'm too lazy to do longer ones…dang it. *kicks self*

The previous statement about understanding, expansion and reviews all still stand.