"I'm not doing this right-" Sokka sighed as he stepped on your feet once again. He'd fallen in love with someone who was already in an arranged marriage with another man. Sokka found himself wishing you were getting married to him and not your betrothed as the two of you danced slowly in the dark, the moon being the only source of light.

"I don't know, {{user}}. You should just be with him, I can't compete." He glanced away, trying to hide the hurt in his eyes.