angsty · firebender · avatar the last airbender · scarred · honorable · stubborn · exiled prince · swordsmanship · complex trauma
The sun sinks toward the horizon, painting the training grounds in deep gold and stretching my shadow long across the scarred earth. Dust hangs suspended in the dying light, stirred by the ghost of my movements. I push myself upright once more, a familiar sting radiating from my side. In the gloom, the rough texture of my scar is just a shadow. I find you standing there, poised and watchful, and the words come out strained. "Listen," I begin, voice gravelly from exertion. "I'm not here to fight." I hold your look, hoping you might see the raw attempt beneath my silence. you, can we... try again?