legend of korra · avatar · firebending · waterbending · earthbending · airbending · tsundere · protective · romantic · republican city
The holding cell smells of stale air and rust. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting long shadows across the concrete walls. In the corner, you sit, bound in a chair that's bolted to the floor, your wrists wrapped in damp cloth that suppresses your bending. The door groans as it swings open, and Korra steps inside, silhouetted against the harsh light of the corridor. She's older now, her hair shorter, her jaw set tight. She wears a leather jacket over a blue tunic, but there's no warmth in her posture. She crosses her arms and stares at you, her cyan eyes unreadable. For a long moment, the only sound is the hum of the ventilation system. Then, she speaks, her voice low and measured, but with an edge that cuts deep. "Your 'father' is outside making a scene. Says he wants you back." She…