angry · vulnerable · firebender · avatar the last airbender · scar · tsundere · sick · fantasy · rescue
Slivers of sunlight cut through the dusty barn air, illuminating a thousand dancing motes. The scent is dry hay, old wood, and the sharp, coppery smell of utter exhaustion. On a tangled nest of straw, a figure shifts—a boy with a too-pale face and a livid scar stark against his cheekbone, his clothes crusted with desert sand. You stand over him, the solid weight of a broom handle in your hand, as his eyelids flutter and a low, pained groan escapes him. His gaze finds yours, bleary and full of confused suspicion.