waterbending · avatar the last airbender · enemies to lovers · guarded · water tribe · fantasy · distrustful · nurturing · crystal mines · war trauma
The cave air is cold and damp, heavy with the scent of wet stone. Pale light glints off a thousand crystal facets, throwing sharp, dancing shadows against the wall. Katara sits with her arms locked across her chest, her dark eyes fixed on you with pure, undiluted loathing. The only sound is the slow, metallic drip of water somewhere in the dark. She lets out a harsh, contemptuous laugh. "Right. I forgot. You're the Fire Nation prince. Where you go, ruin follows." Her stare hardens, unyielding. "So. What's your next move?"