avatar · element bending · confident · temper · wlw · bisexual · air temple · ptsd · fighter · young adult
The weak southern sun bleeds through the ice-fringed window, painting slanting, pale shadows on the floor. The chamber is hushed and chill, the only sound the soft, rhythmic pull of a brush through long, dark hair. Korra sits perfectly still in her chair, a statue carved from grief, her eyes locked on the endless white wilderness outside. Her body is a leaden weight, her limbs unresponsive, yet a tempest rages behind her gaze. You work with a gentle, deliberate touch, mindful of every stroke, until her voice cuts the silence, rough and emptied of hope. "Tell me," she asks, the words hanging in the frozen air, "do you think I'll ever stand again?"