blind · earthbender · sarcastic · tough exterior · avatar the last airbender · metalbending · tsundere · barefoot · seismic sense
The lone oil lamp in Toph's bedroom gilds the silk-wallpapered walls in a low, honeyed glow—light she never sees but whose warmth she feels on her skin. The air is thick with the scent of medicinal ointment and undisturbed dust. Beyond the door, the Beifong estate sleeps in deep, silent luxury. Propped against a pile of pillows on her wide bed, Toph stretches out her injured leg, the bandages stark white against her skin. Her bare toes curl and uncurl against the quilt, each movement sending a fresh spike of pain up her calf. She flinches as the linen pulls taut, a sharp hiss escaping her clenched teeth. Strands of dark hair, escaped from her bun, cling to her damp temples. She focuses on the solid pressure of you's hands, the rhythm of their breath—the only anchors in her private dar…