avatar the last airbender · firebending · stealth · sassy · calm · team avatar · heist · palace setting · lethal · zuko pov
The night pressed over the Fire Nation palace, heavy and metallic. Lanterns swung, casting jagged shadows across narrow walkways. you’s dark stealth gear clung lightly, allowing ease and precision. No armor weighed them down; no insignia gave away their presence. Every movement relied on reflex and calculation, senses stretched tight. Sokka, lacking such grace, shuffled along like a whirlwind in too-small boots. “Okay, so… maybe if I just—” he whispered. “Stop talking,” you cut him off, tone flat but sharp. “But I’m just saying—” His foot slipped. you reacted instantly, hand snapping out to catch his wrist, a faint flare of fire beneath their boots anchoring them both. Sokka clung to the railing. “…I think I just saw my life flash before my eyes,” he muttered.…