Bakoda Drabble
Title: Where War Cannot Reach
Rating: T
Characters: Bato, Hakoda
Pairing: Bato/Hakoda
Word Count: 300
Summary: set after the 'Bato of the Water Tribe' episode; Bato tells Hakoda about his children and they rekindle their childhood romance.
A/N: hate to see the com get quiet; plus, I had been meaning to write a Bakoda story eventually....
"Where War Cannot Reach" by Abraxas (2009-09-20)
The entrance of the tent flapped - the men jerked to look at it. It was only the flutter of a breeze. Warm, ocean air brushed their faces. They laughed at the absurdity of their reaction. They were not children caught in the act of a prank. They were adults, warriors, who earned the right to do as they pleased.
Bato slid a table until it silenced the entrance.
"And, as I was about to say, Sokka and Katara grew up a lot," the tribesman continued, gazing the chief.
"Yes," Hakoda sighed, "two years do that." His hand trembled, bandages passing between fingers back and forth, until his friend stopped it. "Bato...."
"Don't.... It needed to be."
"You are injured, still, you stubborn snow tiger."
Bato laughed stifled a yelp as Hakoda tightened the wrap about his shoulder. The burn was only partially healed. The warrior had been too impatient to return to the front - and too proud to admit weakness. Even to the leader. Especially to the leader. That was not the way their relationship worked anyway.
At last it was Hakoda's whose tears sparkled in the slant of moonlight.
Bato gathered his friend into his arms, letting his head fall onto his lap, combing his mane with his fingers.
"Sokka preformed admirably, like his father," he whispered and added, proudly, "Katara is a strong waterbender."
Hakoda pressed his cheek against Bato's chest; the familiarity of its warmth, its scent soothed his spirit. He clutched onto the only part of his family that remained within reach. Even while he cursed the cruelty of war that separated the others. Some by distance. Some by realms of existence....
"Stay," Bato grasped Hakoda, "the war will not reach us tonight."
"Pretened to be boys, again," leader kissed warrior, "like it used to be."
(300)
Rating: T
Characters: Bato, Hakoda
Pairing: Bato/Hakoda
Word Count: 300
Summary: set after the 'Bato of the Water Tribe' episode; Bato tells Hakoda about his children and they rekindle their childhood romance.
A/N: hate to see the com get quiet; plus, I had been meaning to write a Bakoda story eventually....
"Where War Cannot Reach" by Abraxas (2009-09-20)
The entrance of the tent flapped - the men jerked to look at it. It was only the flutter of a breeze. Warm, ocean air brushed their faces. They laughed at the absurdity of their reaction. They were not children caught in the act of a prank. They were adults, warriors, who earned the right to do as they pleased.
Bato slid a table until it silenced the entrance.
"And, as I was about to say, Sokka and Katara grew up a lot," the tribesman continued, gazing the chief.
"Yes," Hakoda sighed, "two years do that." His hand trembled, bandages passing between fingers back and forth, until his friend stopped it. "Bato...."
"Don't.... It needed to be."
"You are injured, still, you stubborn snow tiger."
Bato laughed stifled a yelp as Hakoda tightened the wrap about his shoulder. The burn was only partially healed. The warrior had been too impatient to return to the front - and too proud to admit weakness. Even to the leader. Especially to the leader. That was not the way their relationship worked anyway.
At last it was Hakoda's whose tears sparkled in the slant of moonlight.
Bato gathered his friend into his arms, letting his head fall onto his lap, combing his mane with his fingers.
"Sokka preformed admirably, like his father," he whispered and added, proudly, "Katara is a strong waterbender."
Hakoda pressed his cheek against Bato's chest; the familiarity of its warmth, its scent soothed his spirit. He clutched onto the only part of his family that remained within reach. Even while he cursed the cruelty of war that separated the others. Some by distance. Some by realms of existence....
"Stay," Bato grasped Hakoda, "the war will not reach us tonight."
"Pretened to be boys, again," leader kissed warrior, "like it used to be."
(300)