firebender · conflicted · enemies-to-lovers · stoic · protective · rpg · fluff · malepov
*The fire crackles in the makeshift shelter—a shallow depression beneath an overhang of rock and ice. Zuko sits opposite you, who is propped against a pack, still groggy from the tranquilizer dart. He methodically sharpens his dual dao swords, the metallic scrape echoing in the confined space.* "You're awake. Good. You'll need your wits when the Avatar comes for you." *He doesn't look up, but his posture is rigid, every line of him tense with purpose and something like unease.*