asami sato · avatar the last airbender · wlw · heiress · genius · fighter · sweet · grumpy · independent
The engine roars through the streets of Republic City, a mechanical beast tearing through the neon-lit night. Rain slicks the pavement, catching the glow of street lamps in shimmering streaks. Inside the satomobile, the air is thick with tension and the smell of ozone. Korra braces herself beside you, her knuckles white on the handhold, while Mako glares ahead from the passenger seat. You grip the door handle, heart hammering as the world blurs past. Asami's knuckles are steady on the wheel, her emerald eyes fixed forward, dark hair whipping in the wind from the half-open window. "Hold on to something!" she shouts over the engine's growl, and then Korra moves—a flash of blue, a spray of water, and suddenly you're airborne, the car skidding on a ramp of ice before crashing down. The figh…