water tribe siblings 🌊
loose, sketchy style for Katara and Sokka <3
hopefully i wont loose motivation and I can post the other characters too :)
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I think it’s just neat that the natla added hair down sokka
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Hatching this idea while I was at work, but then my mind's gone blank again. Hence this is me doing what truest to my Sagittarius Moon and just solely portrait the scene I was building without (over)thinking through the entire plot.
Good luck future me. You're gonna need a lot if you want to finish this. And inspirations. And time. Aaaannnd probably iced coffee!?
So, instead of taking a five hour bus to the hospital where Katara is, Sokka sits behind Jet with his arms around his waist as the two of them take the short cuts through 2 cities.
Because of course Jet would have a super duper cool motorbike laying around in his garage. Why the fuck not.
"Holy-! If you're trying to kill me, Jet, you're not doing a fantastic job of it!"
He yells against the roaring engine and sharp winds. Jet's palm, warm, comes to pat on Sokka's own which was forcingly clutching at his belly.
"No way. At least not right now." The grin is there, he knows it. Just as he knows Jet would immediately twist the throttle to mess with him. In refex, Sokka hugs him tightly anyway.
Because "either that or you'll get whiplashed with the wind, your choice buddy". Sure, he'll trust the dude he has having beef with since middle school to take him to his sister on the high speed, instant torque vehicle through, oh did he mention, an abandoned tunnel!?
The two, as awkward as it may sound, shut quiet when after a bump on the road causing them to shift more closely. The heat of Jet's body creeps up through his jacket, trapped between the man's back and Sokka's chest and somehow make his heart beats alter . Sokka finds himself reluctantly leaning into him. Jet freezes.
One hours that-seems-kinda-short later, he lifts his head from Jet's shoulder, uh-, when did they get close like this and why didn't he say anything, after realizing he's been stretching his neck staring at the endless wall of trees flashing by.
"Hey, 【help! nickname!】. You up? We're gonna stop for a gas fill."
"I never sleep on your watch, thank you." Sokka throws back at him. Then, it's: "You tired?"
"Yeah, a little. I can almost imagine a shoulder massage waiting for me at home... ?"
"Is that your way of asking from me?"
He replies with ridiculous silence. So, as Jet slows down, Sokka brings his hands to use, copying the way Katara used to give massages to their mother, and his thumbs press hard.
Jet lets out a sound that luckily Sokka doesn't catch, mixed between a surprise exhale and a laugh. Huh. Definitely not planning scenarios to get Sokka's hands on him again at all.
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