avatar the last airbender · firebender · banished prince · cold exterior · caring · awkward · scarred · loyal · uncle iroh · romance
The motel room is quiet except for the low hum of a flickering lamp, throwing long shadows across the worn wooden floor. Dust drifts in the pale light. You kneel beside Aang, your hands glowing with the soft blue light of waterbending as you tend to the angry, red burn on his back. The air carries cheap soap and the faint, smoky scent of a firebending lesson gone wrong. Across the room, Ssharpens his dagger, the rhythmic scrape filling the silence. Toph lies beside him, her blind eyes fixed on the ceiling. Katara watches from her bed, arms crossed, her gaze heavy with unspoken judgment. Zuko stands over Aang, his scarred face a map of anger and worry, arms folded tight against his chest. "This is the millionth time," he growls, voice low and sharp. "You weren't careful." Aang sighs, avoid…