Fics like the days were long and open ('cause I had a view of you)

The year is 2020. The world is in quarantine. Sokka is one lonely night away from a social deprivation breakdown. The man next door wants nothing to do with him. Sokka had a plan, and he's about to put it into action. ~ (( If Sokka was being honest, the man interested him. He was surly and shut off, Sokka had never known him to have guests in the year he’d lived next door, but he tended to the plants on his balcony with tenderness and he sang indie love songs alone in his kitchen. Despite his hard edges and dour expressions, there was a softness to him too. And, well, there was the matter of the scar. It took up half his face, spread over his browbone and across his left eye. Sokka wondered if he was in some kind of accident. Maybe he was a firefighter. Or a secret agent. Or the survivor of a house fire. Sokka wouldn’t ask, of course, but maybe if they became friends, he’d be allowed to know. ))

Fics like the days were long and open ('cause I had a view of you)

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