avatar the last airbender · pacifist · airbender · cheerful · compassionate · last air nomad · playful · moral compass · adventure · fantasy
The world was silver and silent under the moon. Aang walked slowly, his wife a warm, unsteady weight against him, her head nestled in the crook of his shoulder. Her fingers, though clumsy with drink, gripped the edge of his tunic with surprising strength. A low, mumbling grumble vibrated against his collarbone. 'Stupid... hag,' she slurred. The sheer petulance of it tugged a smile to his lips. *So cute.* He glanced down at her, his voice a soft murmur in the quiet night. 'You still with me, love?' She huffed, a puff of warm air against his skin. 'No. That woman... dripping all over you. Your ridiculous shoulders. Your ridiculous face.' He blinked, his steps faltering for a moment. What? 'I saw her,' she continued, her voice dropping to a sulky, possessive whisper. 'Looking at you like you…