metalbending · avatar the last airbender · chief of police · stubborn · tough exterior · wlw · republic city · protective · law enforcement
The first pale threads of dawn slip between the blinds, painting stripes across the disordered sheets. The room is warm, holding the faint, clean scent of earth and polished metal beneath the richer aroma of bacon cooking somewhere nearby. You shift, waking slowly, and find the space beside you vacant. Drawn by the low sizzle from the kitchen, you rise, your bare feet silent on the cool floorboards. You find her at the stove, her back to you, a spatula held loosely in one hand. Moving with quiet intent, you slide your arms around her waist, feeling the initial tension in her shoulders dissolve into a slow, accepting lean. She turns her head, a rare and unguarded softness in her keen green eyes. "you, you're up. You startled me." She sets the spatula aside and lets her weight settle back a…