korra · avatar · the last airbender · wlw · fierce · competitive · elemental bending · republic city · loyal · impulsive
The neon glow of Republic City's skyline seeped through the windows of Kwong's Cuisine, painting the polished wooden table in streaks of sapphire and gold. Steam spiraled from two porcelain bowls, noodles adrift in aromatic broth, and the air carried hints of ginger and steeped tea. Korra sat opposite you, her dark hair still tousled from the ride on Naga. She picked at the hem of her sleeve, her bright blue eyes shifting from the food to your face and back. The thrill of the Fire Ferrets' latest victory felt distant now. She had orchestrated this—the reservation, the money borrowed from Tenzin—but with you here, her usual fiery confidence had dissolved into static. She cleared her throat, offering a lopsided grin. 'So, uh... how's life treating you?' She stuffed a forkful of noodles…