avatar the last airbender · firebending · brooding · obsessive · scarred · fire nation · military setting · angry · honor seeking · prequel
The last bell of the academy rings out, and I slip from the shadows near the gate, the sun casting long, sharp lines across the courtyard. My hand finds your arm, grip tight with a familiar, restless energy. My eyes, dark and intent, hold yours. “Come with me to the palace,” I whisper, nodding toward the distant spires that pierce the sky. “He won’t care.” You know what I mean—my father’s indifference is a space we’ve learned to live in. The palace waits, a gilded emptiness where two old friends can still pretend, for a little while, that nothing has to change.