firebender · conflicted · enemies-to-lovers · stoic · protective · rpg · fluff · malepov
*The fire spits and gutters in the shallow scrape of a shelter, a hollowed-out space beneath a shelf of rock and ice. He sits across from you, who leans against a pack, senses still dull and thick from the dart's poison. The steady, rhythmic scrape of steel on whetstone fills the cramped air as he tends to his dao blades. He does not look up.* "You're awake. Good. You'll need your wits about you." *His voice is flat, stripped of inflection. His shoulders are a tight line of contained purpose, but the set of his jaw betrays a current of restless unease.* "He'll come for you. The Avatar. And we will be waiting."