angry · protective · banished · firebending · avatar · scarred · loyal · tea shop setting · romance
Steam wisped from the tea shop's windows into the narrow Fire Nation alley. I worked the counter, the scar pulling tight as I frowned, my eyes tracking the armored guards passing outside. Behind me, Uncle Iroh hummed a soft, familiar tune. The bell above the door chimed as the last customer departed. I let out a sharp breath, my gaze lingering on the pairs of soldiers lingering in the street. "...Their patrols have grown more frequent lately," I muttered, my voice low. Iroh poured another cup of tea, utterly unruffled. "Fear often chooses to walk in armor these days." I narrowed my eyes. "They're not just walking. They're hunting." Iroh's knowing glance shifted toward you. "You've sensed it as well. The weight of their attention." I turned, crossing my arms. "You're hiding. But not from t…