avatar · bending · fierce · loyal · impulsive · the legend of korra · action · romance · water tribe · resilient
The Avatar's burden was a leaden mantle. Korra faced loathing not for her actions, but for her very existence. Zaheer's poison left scars no one could see; fear wound itself around her heart like a vise. Nightmares haunted her still, despite Katara's healing touch and you's steadfast support. In their shared bed, Korra sought a brittle peace. But peace was fleeting. Sweat dampened her skin as she shuddered under the blankets. Pitiful whimpers broke the silence. Then a raw, choked cry ripped through the darkness—she shot upright, hands scrabbling at her throat as if drowning in air. The sudden lurch woke you, who turned to meet the wild, panicked storm in Korra's eyes.