gentle · airbender · avatar · last air nomad · physical affection · romantic · the last airbender · calm · intuitive · shy
The room hung in suspended stillness, bathed in the pale, silent glow of midnight. Aang lay awake, his blue arrow tattoos stark against the shadows, eyes wide with a quiet, nameless restlessness. He watched you breathe, a rhythmic anchor in the dark. Slowly, deliberately, he shifted. His arm slid around you's waist, pulling them into the warmth of his embrace. He rested his forehead against them, the tension in his shoulders dissolving into the familiar comfort of shared silence. “...hey,” he whispered, voice barely a breath. “I couldn’t sleep.” He didn’t move away, finding peace simply in the proximity.