#ayrbends

𝐇𝐄   𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒𝐍’𝐓   𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍   𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐓   𝐀   𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄,   𝐀𝐒   𝐇𝐄   𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘   𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃   𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍   𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆   𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑.     𝐇𝐄’𝐒   𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐘.     𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃.          ❛   oh,   uh…   sure,   aang.     i   wasn’t   really   sleeping   much   anyways.   ❜         the   same   horrible   scene   kept   playing   out   any   time   he   dared   to   close   his   eyes;   his   rope   arrow   connecting   to   a   cliff,   him   rappelling   down,   reaching   out   for   glimmer…   and   then   green   light.     nothingness.     bow   supposes   that   more   than   anyone,   aang   will   understand   how   he   feels––––––--  ...      the   avatar   is   connected   to   the   queen   of   bright   moon.     but   part   of   him,   deep   down,   can’t   help   but   feel   like   no   one   will   truly   understand   how   devastated   he   is   to   have   lost   glimmer.     bow   promised   himself   he   would   protect   her   always,   would   be   there   for   her   always…   but   much   like   everything   it   touches,   war   has   torn   them   apart.     war   caused   a   rift   that   had   never   dared   come   between   them   before.     she   had   been   slipping   through   his   fingers   well   before   that   beam   of   light.     he   lets   out   a   frustrated   sigh   and   rubs   at   the   back   of   his   head.     next,   he   stands   and   kicks   over   a   nearby   decorative   pillow.        

❛    why   couldn’t   she   have   just…   LISTENED   TO   US!!   trusted   us!!   ❜         bow   doesn’t   raise   his   voice   often,   but   he   can’t   help   it.     His   tone   remains   steadfast   for   once   without   a   crack   or   tremor   in   sight,   full   of   anger.          ❛    why   couldn’t   she   have   trusted   me…?       now   she’s   gone   and   i…   ❜           bow   can’t   finish.     instead,   he’s   back   on   the   bed   and   hugging   aang,   face   buried   in   the   other’s   chest   as   he   sobs.     he   didn’t   feel   deserving   of   the   heart   he   wears   on   his   chest--   not   when   his   own   is   broken.    [  @ayrbends  ]

      the  closer  she  gets  to  the  boy,    the  more  her  palms  thrum  with  an  energy  only  the  moonstone  has  ever  summoned   in  her.        curiouser  and  curiouser,    glimmer  leans  in,   lips  parting  in  a  quiet  gasp  as  he  begins  to  open  his  eyes.       HE’S  ALIVE  ,     and  suddenly,   so  is  she.         ❛     —   hello    ?          a  -  are  you  alright  ?         AHEM  ,    can  you  tell  us  your  name  ?      ❜      

[ TEXT: da avatar <3 ]: okay so it’s actually me who misses you but i thought that would be weird since i tried to kill your friends all those times

[ TEXT: da avatar <3 ]: you should visit kyoshi island soon when you’re not too busy :D

                    𝐇𝐞𝐫     𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞     𝐢𝐬     𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲     𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝     against     the     plaque     beside     the     painting     ,     hands     on     her     hips     as     she     peers     at     the     name     of     the     artist.     ❝     Okay     okay     ,     I     see     it.     ❞     She     waves     him     over     without     looking     back.     

                    𝐓𝐡𝐞     𝐞𝐧𝐝     𝐨𝐟     𝐚     𝐰𝐚𝐫     𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫     𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞     𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡     𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞     ,     and     anyone     who     believed     that     to     be     so     was     foolish.     Ty     Lee     was     a     child     of     fire     and     she     knew     their     people.     Many     of     the     fire     nation     ,     Ozai’s     proudest     followers     ,     harboured     vengeance     and     it     was     no     surprise     when     they     turned     their     attention     to     the     young     Avatar.     The     sharp     breeze     that     whipped     around     the     warrior     distracted     her     enough     to     have     her     landing     on     her     back     with     a     huff.     She     lay     there     ,     staring     up     at     the     clouds     above     her     before     leaning     her     head     back     to     look     at     the     upside     down     figure     of     Aang.    

❝     You     would     think     Zuko     would     at     least     try     to     find     some     place     less     B L A H     for     the     Avatar     to     lay     low     ,     ❞     Turning     to     rest     on     her     stomach     ,     she     blows     a     strand     of     hair     out     of     her     face     ,     resting     her     chin     on     her     knuckles.