Toph Bei Fong (
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It was mid-morning, and Toph hadn't come out of her room. Mid-morning, verging towards noon, and there hadn't even been a sound.
Toph wasn't always an early riser, admittedly. She tended to go with the flow of whatever she felt like on that particular day, sometimes up with the sun to keep her own rigorous training schedule (or to bend Zuko's mask before he headed anywhere), sometimes sleeping in and emerging later with her hair like an overgrown bush, ready to scarf down breakfast.
But today . . . silence.
She was still.
Toph wasn't always an early riser, admittedly. She tended to go with the flow of whatever she felt like on that particular day, sometimes up with the sun to keep her own rigorous training schedule (or to bend Zuko's mask before he headed anywhere), sometimes sleeping in and emerging later with her hair like an overgrown bush, ready to scarf down breakfast.
But today . . . silence.
She was still.
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"Why? What's wrong?"
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And then her spine releases, burying her face into her knees, her voice a thin, muffled thread against them. "I'm blind . . ."
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"Uh... yeah. I know."
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Oh.
Zuko's eyes widen in surprise.
"Your bending is gone? Can you bend any of the other elements?"
It might sound like a stupid question but... REASONS.
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"No."
Honestly, that's his first question? It's a stupid question, and the edge in her voice says he's dangerously close to ending back up on the floor.
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There is silence from Zuko for several moments. Maybe... that wasn't the right thing to say.
"...I'm sorry."
But no really he did have reasons. But its now struck him that without her bending, Toph is completely vulnerable.
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She's never been without her bending. Yes, when she was little -- but because of that, she knows exactly how bad it can be. Always at the will of someone else's will or hands, always at the expense of someone else's definition of her own limits. Her bending saved her, allowed her to chisel out some small bit of life and identity of her own.
Now it's left her. The silence haunts her in its wake.
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She couldn't see, but maybe appealing to one of her other senses would help. So he reached out and took her hand. He might pay for this later. She might hit him. But that was okay. As long as it got the message across.
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His palm is cool, faintly callused from years of training with dao swords, roughened a bit from time chasing the Avatar and the years that followed it. The tendons are honed, finely tuned; she can feel them shift as his hand tightens, cradling hers.
And it stays.
The touch sends a flicker of warmth through her. Her fingers tighten back. Hold on.
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