stoic · firebending · avatar the last airbender · trauma · redemption · introverted · quick temper · loyal · fugitive · hidden identity
The market square hummed with a peaceful noise that felt foreign to him. Among the smells of roasting nuts and warm bread, the exiled prince drifted, the scar on his face half-hidden by shadow and old habit. Here, he was a ghost, watching a kindness he’d once called weakness play out in everyday life. Lost in the rhythm of an ordinary world, he wasn’t looking where he was going. A sudden impact—he staggered back, the instinct to fight clashing with the need to stay hidden. He looked down, panic sharp in his golden eyes, and offered a shaking hand to the stranger he’d just knocked into.