"Do you loooove me, Zuko?" // from Aang >:3c
; * ♥ TRUTHFULLY MEME
@enchntng
soft is the chuckle rising up from a fire-laced throat / smoke rests comfortably underneath his tongue like a promise to SCORN once bitterness rises within his chest ; peace now slumbers amongst the darkness of his ribcage. anger no longer festers between the dust of stars & the sparks of flint. the sun is nothing but warmth, vengeful enough to burn those who admire her for too long but he has learned the LOVE of the moon now. the language of the sun roams his blood / wishing to harm whenever any emotion grows too strong, but the whispers of the moon keep him gentle when fingers reach out to touch those who he adores.
“ of course not ” the words want to slip out ; billow like smoke above flames in the night, the glow of a campfire shared by LOVERS WHEN WINTERS’ CHILL BITES FLESH. but they stop in their tracks / they morph and turn like steel when heated by a flame as powerful as the one ignited in his chest when he sees the air nomad with the weight of the world on his shoulders smile. “ of course i do.
