Sokka the 73rd - [Action/Voice]

[markofthewise]

[The house was demolished. And apparently it didn't have the decency to start putting itself together again. Not to mention the whole town was soggy. Most of Sokka's stuff in his room had been damaged. Some of it was salvageable, much of it he had to just throw out. His important valuables were in the basement and though there was a few inches of water down there, his stuff was up high and out of reach. Still, another mess to clean. At least there were two waterbenders in the house to clean that up. For a lover of stuff, Sokka was pretty put out by it. He hadn't been able to sleep in his room because of it. In a way though, he couldn't be upset. It felt right. Like starting over.

And then there was the smithy. Or what was left of it. The whole thing was rubble now. He wasn't even sure if there was a point in trying to pick through it. Best to wait until the Malnosso fixed it, right? It was freeing up his schedule considerably, anyway. At least he was back to his normal practice schedule in the mornings. Even if two straight weeks of combat had left him... weary of it, to say the least. All the same. He found himself to be glad to be back in Luceti. Back in the library, studying his alchemy. Sure, he lost all his notes and would have to start over, but it would be easier since he already knew what needed to be done again. Still. There was so much to go over.]

A guy can't leave for a few weeks without the town getting demolished, huh? Anyway. So uh. A lot of stuff has happened this past week. If anyone wants to, you know, spare some of the good details? I'll be around. Interested. And if you want? I can tell you all about space. Which was pretty great.

[Very around. Like hanging out in the plaza around. No smithy kind of leaves him with no daytime hangout spot. Especially without Suki to spend time with. So besides his training and time at the library, he's very much a man with nothing to do. Evidenced by the fact he's sitting at a bench near the fountain, lazily sprawled out as he counts his one hundredth consecutive hit on a paddle ball. It's uncanny how good he actually is with it.]

Comments

[herotypical]

But it wasn't. Could have been forever, but it wasn't. Buffy knew she didn't have to tell him that.

"...Look at it this way, you cheated death even by Luceti's very loose and very cheat-y standards."

[markofthewise]

"Yeah. No penalty. I know."

It didn't help.

[herotypical]

"...Does she know?"

Buffy didn't need to name her.

[markofthewise]

He nodded. "I told her earlier."

She cried so much. And he couldn't stop himself from doing the same.

[herotypical]

"Good."

Buffy picked doughnut crumbs off her blanket. "Not that it's...not that it must've been easy. Just -- telling her was probably the right thing to do, in the end. That's the sort of secret that can eat someone up from the inside if it's not told.

[markofthewise]

"She thinks I should tell the others."

But. It was written all over his face how much he didn't want to do that.

[herotypical]

Buffy respected Katara. She was slowly growing to care for Katara in the same way she might care for her other girls, back at the castle. But Buffy suspected that Katara didn't have the requisite experience to understand how delicate it was to explain a death to another person -- especially when that other person lacked the requisite experience to truly empathize with a dead man (or woman) walking.

"Maybe...maybe telling her was enough," she suggested -- careful not to include herself in that enoughness. Like back on the battlefield, this conversation left them as confidants in the same shared secret. Not as helper and helpee.

[markofthewise]

"Maybe." He decided to eat a doughnut instead. It was something else to think about. Chewing. Mulling. Tasting. And discovering a cream filled center. "I like the fruit filled ones better."

[herotypical]

Mm. They're usually the favourites. They always went fast on research nights...

Sokka? Can I offer you some advice?"

[markofthewise]

He nodded, mouth still full.

[herotypical]

"You don't have to plan on telling them. Or anyone. Katara was your priority; you told her. Gold star. But everyone else...don't force it. If you grab someone's attention to try and tell them "oh, by the by, I died and that was a thing that happened"? You'll choke yourself up.

It'll happen on its own."

[markofthewise]

She was right, of course. It had just happened here. He certainly didn't plan to tell Buffy. Not before anyone else. But she understood. And that had been important.

"I guess I don't need to tell you not to tell anyone, then."

[herotypical]

"Not even Jack," she promised. It was a solemn oath indeed, given how often she and the pirate made conversation topics out of the village's other inhabitants. Sometimes, she talked about other people just to avoid talking about herself.

But in this case? On this subject? "You have my word."

[markofthewise]

Jack. Yes. He would rather Jack didn't know. So he managed a small, grateful smile.

"Thanks."