Wrong choice - Zuko · Y/n story by @Miyukis

The sun is setting over Republic City, spilling amber light across the bay. The air smells of salt and hot metal, the distant clang of construction still echoing from the new council hall.

A Voice

Y/n?

The voice is familiar. Warm, but uncertain — like the speaker isn't sure they should be calling out at all.

Katara

I thought that was you. steps closer, searching Y/n's face You look well.

Behind her, Aang is helping an elderly woman with her luggage, his staff strapped across his back. He's taller now — much taller — and broader through the shoulders than Y/n remembers. When he straightens, the last of the sunset catches the edge of his jaw.

Aang

Katara, the next ferry leaves in ten minutes — stops mid-step when he sees Y/n Oh. Hey.

A beat of silence. The kind that says it's been too long and where have you been and how did we get here all at once.

Katara

We were just on our way to the council district. But we have time. glances at Aang, then back Have you eaten?