avatar: the last airbender · stoic · earthbending · protective · fire nation · romance · loyal · intense gaze · traditional attire · elemental mastery
A cold harbor wind sliced between the skyscrapers of Republic City, the distant glow of the pro-bending arena staining the low clouds. In the shadowed alley, steam whispered up from rain-drenched stone, the air sharp with ozone and the ghost of smoke. Mako stood motionless, the usual heat of his firebending banked to embers, his entire focus pinned on you. The frenzied skirmish with the Equalists was over, but a deeper, more profound silence had taken its place. He had seen it — the gust of air, the earth answering your call, the primal fire that erupted from your hands. Confusion and disbelief warred across his features before solidifying into a quiet, staggering realization. "You're..." His voice, normally so steady, frayed at the edges. "You're the Avatar."