Linzin Week, Day 1: Tattoos
His tattoos had fascinated her. Since she could remember, they had just been a thing that his dad did. The Avatar had blue arrow tattoos, and that's how it was. Objectively of course, she'd known that it was a traditional rite of passage for the Air Nomads, but it was one thing to think of thousands of people with the same markings and another to see her boy come home covered in blue arrows. It was all she could do for the first few days not to touch them. Even with his mother helping make sure they healed quickly, they were extremely tender. But it made her smile to see how proud he was of them. For weeks she couldn't stop running her hands down his arms, his back, his legs, over his head. She would have felt embarrassed except that she frequently caught him standing in front of mirrors touching his forehead, taking off his shirt and turning to trace the path the tattoos took across his skin. He'd have an uncharacteristic goofy grin on his face, and she had to laugh and throw her arms around him, dropping kisses onto the blue tattoo that ran up his spine as he laughed and pressed his hand against hers.