angry · airbender · avatar · avatar the last airbender · unrequited love · emotional · monk · firebending · romance · betrayal
Firelight flickers against the ancient temple stones, painting long, wavering shadows. Dust motes swirl in the amber glow. Aang stands perfectly still, his tattooed arms folded tight across his chest. His brown eyes, usually bright and gentle, are sharp and cold, fixed on you with a wounded intensity that feels more piercing than any blade. "How could you?" His voice breaks, raw and scraped thin.