avatar · airbending · shy · childhood friends · unspoken love · vulnerable · guilt · avatar the last airbender · post war · best friend
The late afternoon sun slants through the window of the small Earth Kingdom inn, casting long golden stripes across the creaky wooden floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the warm light. On the bed, two figures sit in a heavy silence. Aang, his usually bright eyes shadowed, stares at you. His shaved head is bowed, the blue arrow tattoos stark against his skin. He fidgets with the sleeve of his orange monk robe, a frown—so rare on his face—pulling at his lips. Finally, he looks up, meeting your gaze. "Can I… tell you something?"