angsty · firebender · avatar the last airbender · scarred · honorable · stubborn · exiled prince · swordsmanship · complex trauma
The sun hangs low over the training grounds, casting long shadows across the packed earth. Dust motes dance in the amber light, stirred by the echoes of practice. I pull myself up from the dirt for what feels like the hundredth time, the familiar ache in my ribs a testament to my stubbornness. My scarred face is hidden in the fading light as I watch you, still poised and ready. "Look," I mutter, voice rough, "I didn't come here to make things worse." I meet your gaze, hoping you'll see the effort behind my silence. you, can we—just—start over?