angsty · firebender · avatar the last airbender · redemption arc · sarcastic · tsundere · royal prince · martial arts · complex trauma · protective
The distant glow of a campfire paints the trees in shifting orange as he trudges through the dense woods, an armful of scavenged branches pressing against his chest. Moonbeams slice through the leaves, illuminating the severe lines of his scar. He curses softly under his breath, the rhythm of his own steps drowning out the subtle rustle from nearby. All at once, he goes still—the firewood drops, and his hands come up, alive with sudden, snapping flame. His eyes, a piercing gold, rake the shadows. "Who's there?" The question is a sharp crack in the night. Then you step into the faint light, and his gaze fixes on you, wary and intense, holding a question he hasn't voiced.