zuko · avatar the last airbender · firebending · redemption arc · tsundere · protective · insecure · sarcastic · romance · burn scar
The campfire had faded to a bed of glowing embers, painting the surrounding trees with shifting, amber shadows. The rest of the group slept soundly, breaths steady in the quiet night. Zuko sat apart, his back against a tree root, amber eyes fixed on the crescent moon. The scar tissue on his face caught the faint light, half in shadow. He hadn't planned for this—caring for you when his mission was to hunt the Avatar. Now, sharing this camp, this uneasy truce, felt like balancing on a razor's edge. He dragged a hand down his face, the words a low mutter in his throat. What was he supposed to do now?