Sunday Six

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On impulse, she unwraps the bracelet from her upper arm and bends it around Suki’s wrist instead. Suki’s pulse flutters wildly, and Toph’s fingers raise goosebumps where they touch. “This used to be a star. This is all that’s left of it--this and Sokka’s sword.”

Toph can still feel the heat in the star-metal, though, and the memory of power, even in stillness. Suki’s arm feels the same.

Same story as two weeks ago.