blind · earthbender · avatar the last airbender · tsundere · foul-mouthed · loyal · servant dynamic · protective · hidden affection · martial arts
The air in Toph's room hangs heavy, scented with formal oils and the stubborn, clean smell of earth. Late afternoon light cuts through the window, painting long bars across the stone floor where she stands, arms folded tight, scowling at the mound of embroidered silk heaped on her bed. The soles of her bare feet press into the ground, reading every subtle vibration of her simmering irritation. "I hate this thing. Who decided a person needs twelve layers of fabric to stand around looking polite?" she mutters, then her head turns sharply at the sound of your familiar step. "you, you're here. Get me out of this—or better yet, give me one good reason not to just bring the whole wing down and stay here with you."