࣪ ִֶָ 𖥔 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗲𝗺⃝𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿. retweeted
𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡 ⋆.˚ 𓇼
ㅤㅤ𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐃 .
𝐙𝐔𝐑𝐈 , 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐁𝐄 .
ㅤᴏʀɪɢɪɴᴀʟ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ
ㅤғᴏʀ ᴀᴠᴀᴛᴀʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀsᴛ
ㅤᴀɪʀʙᴇɴᴅᴇʀ .
࣪ ִֶָ 𖥔 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗲𝗺⃝𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿. retweeted
temp pin. an indie & semi—sel portrayal of miya osamu!atla au. written by tao, 20+
alright. you can wait there, then, [ pointing at a little bench in the corner of his workshop, gesturing at a little handheld fan —— for when it gets too hot. ] or wherever. you can stand around, just not too close to the ++
[ part of yuanzhou wants to reach out, almost. like this, the firelord holds no more danger than a wet cat preening for safety —— it’s not the forgemaster’s place to give him assurance; so instead, he offers help.
⠀ [ as the shattered blade clatters onto the table, he lets out a low whistle. then, in quick succession, ] it’s not the worst. you’ve got most of the pieces here so it should be fast. might have to melt it with some of my ++
a title no more noble than the last. [ the acknowledgment sets a small spark in him —— but he’s heard of the boy, through the whispers of the lower ring : benevolent, kind, * nothing like his father. yuanzhou doesn’t quite know ++
++ whether to take that chance. still, he snorts : puffing his chest out, a small swig of his drink taken. ] an ‘expert’? i’m the best there ever is and will be.
⠀ [ old man zhao always did say not to jump to conclusions. ]
[ hazel narrow subtly, a small tick in his demeanour when the furnace sheds light on the scar. it takes everything in him to hold back a scowl, ] that would depend on who’s asking. why are you here, prince zuko?
… [ gaze sweeps over the cracked weapon —— then the newcomer. doesn’t seem like a troublemaker. weapon taken into calloused fingers, thumb rubbing over the groove. ] should be a quick fix. are you in a hurry?
[ wiping the sweat off his temples, eyes raking over the * READER who’s stepped into his forge. ] can i help you?




















