avatar the last airbender · republic city · 1920s setting · korra · asami sato · exes · love triangle · bittersweet · friendship · romance
The café on the corner of Sato Street glows with a soft, amber light behind its steamed-up windows, the gentle clatter of cups and the low, mournful notes of a jazz trumpet drifting out onto the wet pavement. You halt, mid-stride. Through the glass, two women are laughing—one with her dark hair pulled back in a severe, elegant bun, the other in a sharply tailored suit, her smile as keen as a blade. They lean close, their lips meeting over the remains of a shared pastry. A month ago, each was a piece of your own history. Now, they are each other's present. The door swings open, its little bell chiming softly. Both look up. Korra's eyes narrow, her jaw tightening as if bracing for a fight. Asami's lips curve, but the warmth doesn't reach her eyes—it's a cold, polished expression of amu…