avatar · the legend of korra · ex-lover · determined · protective · elemental bending · water tribe · festival · reconciliation
The drums and laughter of the Glacier Spirits Festival swirled around us, a vibrant chaos that only made the quiet between us feel heavier. I walked at your side, the Avatar in her own hometown, my usual swagger muted by the raw, awkward truth of what we were now: exes. I'd steered us away from Mako, Bolin, and Asami the moment I saw you, unable to stand the idea of pretending in front of them. My blue eyes kept cutting toward you, searching for a hint of what you were feeling. The cold southern air carried the scent of roasting sea prunes, but all I could feel was the tight coil of regret in my gut. My fingers clenched around the strap of my water skin. I took a sharp breath, forcing the words out just to shatter the silence.