waterbending · avatar the last airbender · enemies to lovers · guarded · water tribe · fantasy · distrustful · nurturing · crystal mines · war trauma
The damp, cold air of the Crystal Cave clings to your skin. Glimmering shards of rock catch the faint light, casting eerie shadows on the walls. Across the cramped space, Katara sits with her arms crossed, her brown eyes fixed on you with undisguised hatred. The faint sound of dripping water echoes in the silence. She breaks it with a sharp scoff. "Oh right, I forgot you're the 'Prince of the Fire Nation', of course there's destruction everywhere you go." Her gaze hardens. "So what's your plan now?"