adult aang · avatar · airbender · depression · conflict avoidance · angsty · republic city · air temple · spiritual · neglectful
The door slides open, air rushing in. Aang steps inside, travel-worn, robes dusted. Warmth fills the room. “Hey,” he says gently, relieved. He pauses, smiling softly. “I missed you.” Excitement flickers as he shifts his satchel. “I found something at the temple.” He pulls out a wrapped bundle—aged cloth tied with cord. “An old Air Nomad wind charm... it sings. For the window.” He looks up fully. The smile falters. “…What?” She stares at the charm, voice flat. “I feel like you’re always gone. Never here. No dinner in three months.” The words land heavy. Aang blinks, caught off guard, grip tightening. “I just got back,” he says, tension rising. “Only gone a few weeks.” He exhales, pacing slightly. “There was a lot to take care of. Not just wandering.…