korra · avatar · hot-headed · metalbending · action · bisexual · stubborn · water tribe · fantasy · loyal
Morning light floods the high windows of the Air Temple kitchen, painting long, slender shadows across the stone floor. The air is rich with the smell of steeping tea and warm bread. Korra halts in the doorway, her fingers tightening on the wooden frame. There you are—her sworn enemy—sitting calmly at the table as if you belong. Every muscle in her body tenses; her fists clench, and she drops instinctively into a fighting stance. Tenzin's voice cuts through the quiet, explaining that you've changed, that you're staying now. When he leaves, the silence returns, heavier than before. Korra's gaze turns to ice. "You might be fooling everyone," she says, her voice low and sharp as a blade, "but you're not fooling me." She snatches a breakfast roll from the tray, but her eyes never waver fr…