All of these are in their world, not ours. Enjoy! There will be five chapters to these shorts.
Toph would have never guessed she'd like being in the water so much. She played in the warm waves only up to her knees as Aang chased her with sea weed. Sometimes, it was fun just being a goofy kid.
The way objects seemed to settle at night always annoyed Toph, as if they were echoing the events of the earlier day. She pulled a pillow over her head to block out the sounds of the walls creaking, only to angrily toss it aside, sit up and yell,
"ALRIGHT, I'M SORRY DAMMIT!"
She nearly jumped from her skin when Aang spoke from her door post.
"I'm sorry, too."
He joined her in their bed and kissed her on the forehead, promising to never fight again.
"Hey, look," Aang said, picking up the piece of silver from the ground to hold it in his fingers. "It must be my lucky day!"
"Or someone's unlucky day," Toph said, reaching out to swipe it from him. He held it out of reach, stopping her with his staff. "It's mine!" he said.
"Give me the damn silver, I'm starving."
"You shouldn't have spent all your money on dice."
"Hey, when you're gambling you gotta have the best."
Aang rolled his eyes. "You'll have to trade me something for it."
Toph stopped for a moment to think. "Trade you, huh?" She snapped her fingers as an idea came to her mind. She walked closer to Aang, grabbed the back of his neck and brought him into a deep kiss. He gasped at the sudden sensations and lost himself in their embrace, circling his arms around her slim waist.
He was left stunned and stuttering as Toph walked away with a smirk on her face, waving the silver piece she'd swiped from him.
"Who's lucky now?"
"Still me," he said, pulling her in for another kiss.
Toph slid her pai sho tile diagonally, blocking Aang's well thought out trap.
"Oh, man!" he said. "You have no idea how long I've been setting that up!"
Toph rolled her eyes. "I'm a master at sensing, Twinkle Toes. I can tell when you're trying something sneaky."
"You can't know what I'm thinking," Aang said, grumbling into his sleeve.
"I can tell when it's something that gets you excited or nervous," Toph said, capturing his piece with her own. "Usually it's something you can't face, or something you want to say but don't have the guts to."
"Heart beat sensor, remember?" she said, gesturing towards her feet. "Now are you going to make a move or what?"
Aang smiled. "Guess what I'll do next, Toph."
She sighed, but focused on his breathing, which was more erratic than it had been before. "You're about to do something stupid."
"It's not stupid if it's meaningful," Aang said, leaping over the board and scattering the pieces to kiss is girlfriend passionately.
Aang was never what one would call a tea person. He thought of meditation as an easier way to soothe himself. After years of smelling the faint scent of jasmine in Toph's hair after her bath, he decided to try it one day. He opted for grabbing her and inhaling deeply or kissing her senseless rather than drinking the tea.
Even through her window, wiping off the heavy makeup, Aang could sense her sadness. He leapt through the wooden frame, crossing the room to kneel where she sat at the boudoir.
"You're upset…at someone other than me."
Toph managed a smile. "I thought you'd be relieved rather than jealous."
He took her hand, holding it to his face so she could "see" him speaking.
"I want to be the only one you're angry at."
Toph took his face in her hands, tracing the lines if his nose and lips, pausing when he kissed her fingers. The roundness of his boyish face had long faded.
"He won't love you, Toph," he said as if she didn't already know. "You don't need to do this."
"He's a good person, Aang. I've spent months negotiating, but there's no other way."
"Run away with me."
She stood, walking towards her dresser and untying the sash around her waist. Her tunic slid open as Aang removed it from her arms, purposely dragging his fingers across her skin.
"I'm not a nomad," she said, taking the extravagant dress from him and hanging it in its place. She reached up to remove the clasps and head dresses from her hair, batting away his hands when he tried to assist.
"You used to be. During the war you were."
"The war ended ten years ago, Aang. I can't just pack up and leave whenever something bad comes along. I face things head on, remember?" She freed her long hair from its decoration and then moved to the window to close the shutters. Aang stopped her, leaving the window open to the night air. He wrapped his arms around her from behind, resting his head against hers.
"Do you love me?"
"I have a responsibility."
"Damn the responsibilities!" Toph knew the situation was serious. Aang never cursed.
She started to move his arms away, but he resisted.
"Tell me you love me, Toph. If you say no, I'll never bother you again." He turned her towards him, kissing the corners of her mouth.
"And if I say yes?" she murmured, lips buzzing against his as she spoke.
"Then you'll have to think of an explanation to your fiancé why I'm around all the time."
She kissed him, fully and without remorse though she could feel the vibrations of her intended just downstairs.
"Never leave me, Aang," she said, clutching him tightly. "Because once we leave tonight, you'll be the only one I'll have."
Toph tried not to let the couples around her get the better of her. She liked being single. She liked her freedom with no obligations or expectations from another person. At the eight end of war celebration, she couldn't help but feel just a little jealous at the tradition of every couple kissing just as the fireworks went off. She couldn't see them, but she wished she had someone to make her feel special; like their presence would light up her sky.
"Okay, I'm not sure how this seeing thing works," Toph said from her spot on Appa's saddle. She was leaning forward so Aang could hear. "But I don't understand how the hell we're way up high with everything there is to be seen below us, and you still manage to get lost."
Aang was fuming on Appa's head. "We're not lost. We just…took a wrong turn somewhere."
"Oh really?" Toph teased. "I knew we should've made that left at that cloud a few miles back."
"I know what I'm doing, Toph!"
"Are you sure? Because four hours ago you said we'd be there in ten minutes! I'm blind, not stupid. Ten minutes past ages ago!"
Appa groaned in frustration.
"Appa's right, Toph. You need to trust me. I know exactly where we are."
"You have no idea what thus fuzz monster just said! He could have been telling us he's hungry for all you know!"
"Will you just relax already? You're making me nervous!"
Toph laughed bitterly. "Nervous? You're not the one having contractions over here. You're not the one who has to push not one, but two bending babies through your snatch!"
Aang rolled his eyes, hoping they'd reach Katara's healing station before the twins arrived.
Toph felt perfectly at home in the vast earth chambers of the Southern Air Temple. She'd never tell Aang, of course, but it was something about the playful nature of the air that whistled through the ancient grounds that made Toph smile. She could spend an eternity here.
Aang felt Toph lower herself slowly to the bed moments after he did, trying not to wake the grey eyed twins sleeping in a crib across the room. She could feel the chill of the early morning, but didn't care about the hour. They finally managed to get the kids sleeping and settled into their own bed, not bothering to undress or even remove their shoes.
Toph heard a soft cry, getting louder and increasingly louder until it was followed by a nearly identical cry.
"UGH!" she said, sitting up as Aang silenced a cry of his own. "Do they have to do everything together?"
Aang sighed, crossing the room to lift the baby girl into his arms and began rocking her. "They're twins, Toph. What did you expect?"
Toph followed Aang to the crib, taking the baby boy and resting him on her shoulder, rubbing his back gently.
"I expected them to be opposites. Sort of like their parents."
Toph rolled to her side as the poison made her stomach lurch and body rack with pain. Aang pressed a cool cloth to her forehead then ran to the other side of the camp to search through their bags for some sort of remedy.
"What kind of snake was it?"
"Gee, Aang, maybe next time I'll take a closer look!" she said sarcastically, wincing as the pain rolled through her body.
He threw the contents back into the bag, called Appa, and gathered her into his arms.
"We need to get you to a healer."
"What if…." She trailed off, leaving the possibility hanging. Aair whipped around her face as Aang leapt onto the back of Appa's saddle. He set her down carefully while he took the reins.
"It'll be okay, Toph," Aang promised. Even across the fuzzy saddle, she could feel his lie.
Toph usually stayed inside during the rain. It amplified the vibrations around her, causing them to blend into each other and making her dizzy. When Aang landed Appa to wait out the weather, she asked him to help her down, fearful she wouldn't be able to regain her balance and end up walking off a cliff. Toph never liked the rain until Aang held her in his arms, spinning them playfully as the drops splashed them from above.
Aang looking over the faded scrolls of his people, either rewriting them on new scrolls or writing over the faded kanji with fresh ink.
"Watcha doing, Twinkle Toes?"
He clutched the brush tightly, controlling his anger.
"Silent treatment, huh?" she said, not taking the hint and plopping down on the floor of the study. "That's fine, I'm not a talker anyway. Though, it is a little childish to ignore someone over the last, mouthwatering, delectable fruit tart, don't you think? I personally don't care for them, which is why I gave it to Momo, in case you were wondering."
Aang pretended he didn't hear her and went back to preserving the scrolls.
"You can't ignore me forever."
Aang picked up the smaller brush to draw over the styles of a certain bending technique.
"I'm serious. Soon you'll get overwrought with sadness, and by then I would have gotten bored and left."
He set the freshly painted scroll to the side and moved on to the next one on the other side of the room. Toph stood up, blocking his path.
"You need me," she said, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Excuse me," he said, patiently.
Aang grabbed her by the shoulders, lifted her from the ground with ease, and set her to the side out of his path. She grabbed the back of his robe, pulling him back to her and crushing their lips together. Aang melted into the embrace, circling his arms around her tightly. Toph pushed him away, smirking as she sauntered out of the study.
"See? You couldn't last a day without me."
Toph would never see the glow of Aang's tattoos when he went into the Avatar State, but she could feel the hum of pure energy radiating from him, and the collective drone of all past lives speaking together. Her instincts told her to run away from the raw power emanating from him, but she couldn't stop the shaking hand that reached out to take his.
"Come on, Toph!" Aang called. She could barely hear him over the stream of water that ran down the slick rocks into the lagoon below.
"I don't know if my near drowning all those years ago was a big enough hint for you," she said backing away from the edge. "But I cannot, do not, and will not ever swim."
"Oh, come on!" he said. She heard the rush of air as he bounded to the top of the rocks where she stood waiting. "I'll teach you."
He reached for her hands with his own. "I won't let you got for a second, I promise."
Toph sighed, the thought of Aang holding onto her was more tempting that the swimming lesson. However, she still agreed.
Toph shivered against the biting arctic wind as the boat docked, pushing past the sailors and travelling merchants to dry land. Well, solid at least. She pulled her hood tighter, walking down the wooden docks listening for a familiar voice. There was a sickly moment of terror as her foot fell through mid-air; almost walking into the frosty water below. Someone grabbed her arm, keeping her from falling and possibly drowning. Though it had been years since she'd heard the deepened voice, it was still unmistakable.
"You hate every means of travel that disconnects you from the ground, don't you?"
She smiled, turning to hug the man who'd saved her, standing on her toes to reach his neck and feeling the broadness of his chest and shoulders as he hugged her back. "You're damn right I do, Twinkle Toes!"
I am so excited for Korra! But a little sad Aang and nearly everyone else is dead.