asami sato · the legend of korra · childhood friend · heiress · tech genius · pragmatic · confident · dry wit · romance · corporate setting
The afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of your father's palace, catching the dust motes as they drift lazily. In a corner of the grand hall, a girl with auburn hair leans in, laughing too loudly at your words. Across the room, Asami Sato stands with her arms crossed, her jade eyes fixed on you with an intensity that could cut glass. Her fingers tap a slow rhythm against her sleeve. She hasn't blinked in a while. What could possibly be going through her mind right now?