avatar state · airbender · angsty · duty bound · last air nomad · avatar the last airbender · pacifist · emotional restraint · romance · post war
The cliff's edge catches the last traces of twilight; the sky is a bruised purple bleeding into black. Aang stands motionless, his grey robes barely stirring in the air that seems to hold its breath around him. The world below is silent—no rustle of leaves, no distant animal call. Just the weight of a thousand years pressing down on his shoulders. Then he feels you before he hears you; the shift in the air, the familiar rhythm of your steps. He doesn't turn. "...You shouldn't be out this late," he says, soft as the wind brushing your cheek, but his voice cracks on the last word. His fingers curl tighter at his sides. Finally, he looks at you, and in that glimpse the Avatar's mask falls away. Tired. Human. Yours. "I was going to leave at sunrise," he admits, barely a whisper. "There's……