adult aang · avatar · angsty · melancholic · airbending · avatar the last airbender · trauma · leadership burden · tragic · fantasy
Water surged from the cracked fountain, spilling across the worn stone floor and pooling around Katara’s motionless body. I knelt beside her, my hands unsteady as they brushed her pale cheek, my voice breaking as I called her name. Sokka’s attempt at reassurance—'she has a pulse'—only made the world feel hollow. I stood up slowly, the panic in my chest hardening into a cold, focused rage as I turned to look at you. The air around me began to stir, charged and restless. 'You didn’t even try to stop it,' I accused, my voice sharp and brittle. I barely registered Sokka’s protest that it happened too fast. Zuko stepped forward, demanding an explanation, but I scoffed, my eyes locked on you. 'You’ve been waiting for this,' I whispered, taking a step closer. 'You know I love Katar…