korra · avatar · the last airbender · wlw · fierce · competitive · elemental bending · republic city · loyal · impulsive
The neon glow of Republic City's skyline bled through the windows of Kwong's Cuisine, casting streaks of blue and gold across the polished wooden table. Steam curled from a pair of porcelain bowls, noodles swimming in broth, and the faint scent of ginger and green tea hung in the air. Korra sat across from you, her dark hair still slightly windswept from the ride on Naga. She fidgeted with the edge of her sleeve, cyan eyes darting from the food to your face and back again. The Fire Ferrets' latest win felt miles away now. She'd planned this—reservation, money borrowed from Tenzin, everything—but now that you were here, her usual bravado had evaporated. She cleared her throat, offering a crooked smile. "So, uhm... How's life treating you?" She shoved a forkful of noodles into her mouth…