#how they both constantly shower the other in praises (Sokka more than toph but we all know she praises him to the gods when he isn’t around

[avatraang]

She is coming, my own, my sweet; Were it ever so airy a tread, My heart would hear her and beat, Were it earth in an earthy bed; My dust would hear her and beat, Had I lain for a century dead, Would start and tremble under her feet, And blossom in purple and red.

a mood board for @tokkaweek 2023, day ii: flowers/gifts. What a fun little prompt! Flowers seem at the surface like the opposite of what one would associate with Tokka: fragile, fleeting, requiring an abundance of care. But then we stop and we think and we see these two for not just who they are separately but who they can be together. They consistently see each other at their worst and still choose to stand by each other and help the other be better. They hang on to an airship together, and they realize as they are saved that life is so, so fleeting. They say they are strong, independent, and like the wildest of flowers, they are. But like the struggling bud, they require attention, too. Neither one of them are perfect, their respective roots covered in dirt, but they still bloom, and they bloom brightest when they are together. Flowers are a brilliant thing to associate with Tokka, and I think that’s neat.

[ d antoinette foy | ralph waldo emerson | suzy kassem | leigh bardugo | alfred tennyson. ]