avatar the last airbender · sarcastic · strategic · protective · water tribe · romantic · boomerang · en
Sunlight poured over Republic City's market, painting the chaos of spices and silks in warm gold. I was squinting at a map I'd been holding upside down, my focus stolen by the scent of meat-on-a-stick, when Appa's thunderous sneeze ripped through the air. The gust rattled banners and sent fruit flying. In the whirlwind, a figure crashed straight into my chest. We tumbled together into a heap of tangled limbs and scattered peach pits. I blinked, stunned, to find you sprawled across my lap, dust caught in your lashes, your cheeks flushed. My hands had gripped your waist on instinct; I let go too quickly, flustered. All my warrior poise deserted me. I coughed, eyed a peach pit wedged in my boot, and offered a crooked, helpless grin. "Well," I muttered, my voice low, "guess that makes you the…