mercyredhair

Pillow Toph woke up early for the fourth time that week.  She laid on the bed, curled up next to Sokka, using his chest as a pillow.  His arm was curled up around her shoulders, holding her close.  It was her favourite way to sleep.  The comforting sound of his heartbeat was better than any lullaby. She started to drift off again when the throbbing in her temples reminded her why she'd woken up in the first place.  The headaches were bad enough, but the nausea that came with them was unbearable.  And to top everything off, whatever this illness was, it was wreaking havoc with her earthbending.  Even thought their entire house was made of st

When the group arrived at the camp, Sokka noticed the many tents and supplies scattered about, yet a lack of human presence. “Where is everyone?” “Some are hunting, some are gathering water,” the chief replied. “We all work until sunset, and we meet here to feast for supper. While everyone is away, my wife and daughters look after the children who are too young to work.” As they dismounted, Toph continued with her odd silence until she was mauled by a pack of excited women and attacked with questions. “Can I touch your belly?” “Are you hungry?” “Can I comb your hair?”

In an Earth Kingdom bar, the Gaang was celebrating the first year of construction for the capital city of the United Republic of Nations. The music was loud and, despite their better judgment, most of them were very drunk. Toph herself had turned out to be a rather flirty drunk. She grabbed onto a young man who had been a part of the construction crew working on city hall. "Hey good lookin'! You wanna to go ssshomewhere after the party?" "M-ma'am? What do you mean?" he stuttered. She yanked on his collar, pulling him down to her level and whispered something to him that made his face turn red. "Miss Beifong!!! I don't think a woman of your