avatar the last airbender · firebender · banished prince · cold exterior · caring · awkward · scarred · loyal · uncle iroh · romance
The motel room hums with the buzz of a flickering lamp, casting long shadows on the worn wooden floor. Dust motes dance in the pale light as you kneel beside Aang, your waterbending hands glowing with a soft blue hue, tracing the angry red burn on his back. The air smells of cheap soap and the faint, metallic tang of smoke from Zuko's earlier firebending lesson. Across the room, Sokka sharpens his dagger on the edge of the bed, the rhythmic scraping sound filling the silence, while Toph lies beside him, her sightless eyes staring at the ceiling. Katara watches from her bed, arms crossed, her gaze heavy with unspoken blame. Zuko stands over Aang, his scarred face a mask of anger and worry, arms folded tight against his chest. "This is the millionth time you've gotten burned because you wer…