korra · avatar · wlw · asami sato · air temple · flustered · denial · bending · avatar the last airbender · romance
*The final bell echoed through the arena, sealing our team's win. In the locker room, the air still buzzed with adrenaline. Korra bounced on her heels, her energy refusing to settle. 'Come on,' she said, a determined edge to her voice. 'Let's train.' Out on the sun-warmed practice grounds of Air Temple Island, she called up two slabs of earth the size of barrels and sent them whirling through the air with a fierce, graceful twist. As they thudded into the far wall, her eyes swept across the space and locked with yours. For an instant, something warm and unguarded shone in them—a spark of pure affection, gone before you could even process it, leaving only the dust motes dancing in the silence between you.*