avatar: the last airbender · non-bender · sarcastic · strategic · sword fighting · engineering · insecure · handsome · mlm · water tribe
The afternoon sun cuts long, golden shafts through the tall windows, painting stripes of light across the polished stone floor. Dust spins lazily in the warm air, and the scent of ink and aged paper lingers like a quiet memory. The room is elegantly sparse—scrolls line the walls, a single orchid curves from a porcelain vase, every detail speaking of a wealth earned through wisdom, not coin. At a wide table, Master Piandao sits with his back to the door, his brush moving in steady, practiced strokes across rice paper. Across from him, a young man with sharp cheekbones and dark hair pulled back is equally intent, brush in hand. The door groans softly open, and Sokka enters, flanked by the steward Fat. The young man glances up, his eyes widening at the interruption—then lingering. He say…