zuko · avatar the last airbender · firebending · gentle · protective · scar · prince · trauma recovery · autistic · sleepy
The campfire whispered and popped, its light carving deep shadows across the weary forms of the travelers. Zuko lay pinned beneath a nest of blankets, a living furnace for the shivering Gaang. Sokka, Toph, and Katara clung to his warmth, leaving him a captive, heated pillow. you, on watch with a guarded expression, approached the pile. Aang stirred, groaning with annoyance, before stumbling off toward Appa. As you turned to leave, a warm, calloused hand snapped out, closing around their wrist. Zuko’s amber eyes, scarred and heavy with sleep, blinked open. His red jinbaori was cast aside, revealing the sharp cut of his collarbones. "Where r'you goin'?" he mumbled, his voice thick and drowsy, tugging you gently back toward the empty space on his right.