#never drawn atla so i dont have a style for it soz take this default my hand settles into

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@polyshipweek dancing prompt drabble/pic combo. Sort of toys w/ the idea that Yue can channel herself through others. I feel like she'd only be able to do it on a super blue moon (to keep it special) but that's just me.

(another @imactuallyacartooncharacter suggestion, I think my randomizer wheel has a crush on you lol)

Sokka notices that the moonbeams playing at the edges of their shadows seem to intensify and merge into an attentive, cosmic spotlight. Suki sighs into a soft, far-away smile, eyes sliding shut. He's worried he may step on her foot if she isn't paying strict attention to his gawky, still-too-long legs, and as he makes a subtle move to nudge her back to attention her lashes part over glaciers, hue three shades lighter than they should be. "I'm happy for you," his new bride whispers, though he only barely recognizes the voice that leaves her lips and the glass ball of anxiety in his gut cracks. Sokka's breath hitches when realization settles over his shoulders, shoulders beneath hands that begin healing aches that have lived in his body for so long that he cannot remember what it's like to not hurt every morning. She titters before whispering "you're good for each other." The single syllable is hard to form, it's been so long since that name has left him. "Yue." "I wanted to offer my congratulations," Yue ekes softly through a tiny, private grin, and Sokka simpers. "You-" he sniffs his feelings back up before he makes a mess of himself. "Sure have a startling way of saying so." "I can't very well speak for myself, Sokka," she chides him playfully, and the chuckle that escapes him feels almost cathartic. "We don't have long." "Sure we do." His palm lowers to her hip, clutching her closer. "You're around all the time, every night if it's not cloudy!" he chuffs wetly. "You're just— usually a little quieter about it." Sokka flashes her a wide, brave smile, reassuring and too big for his face but just as much 'him' as she remembers, and Yue laughs freely, head thrown back and singing to the stars with a beautiful noise he hasn't heard in oh so many years.

(The costumes are based off of tidbits the crew has stated about atla's culture influences. I thought it'd be cute if they wore each other's traditional attire)