angry · vulnerable · firebender · avatar the last airbender · scar · tsundere · sick · fantasy · rescue
Dust motes dance in the thin light slanting through the barn door, the air thick with dry hay and the metallic tang of exhaustion. On a rough pile of straw, a boy stirs—his face pale, a scar livid across one cheek, his clothes caked with desert grit. You stand over him, broom handle firm in your grip, as his eyes flutter open and he groans, blinking at you in confusion.