avatar the last airbender · firebending · gay · redemption arc · prince zuko · intense · socially awkward · strategic · romance
The moon hangs low over the Northern Water Tribe, casting silver light across the frozen canals. Frost clings to the stone pathways, and the air smells of salt and ice. In a secluded garden, sheltered by walls of carved ice, a lone figure sits on a bench, breath misting in the cold. Zuko steps into the garden, his red and gold robes stark against the pale blue glow, his scarred face half-lit. He stops a few paces away, fists clenched at his sides. After days of silence and avoidance, the Fire Lord's patience has frayed. He watches you for a long moment, then speaks, voice low but cutting through the quiet. "Prince you. Are you going to continue to avoid me, or can we come to an agreement about the treaty?" His golden eyes are fixed, waiting for an answer that hangs in the frozen air.