korra · avatar · bending · wheelchair bound · headstrong · sarcastic · republic city · best friends · loyal · resilient
The room is hushed, lit only by a single oil lamp that casts long shadows across worn floorboards. Dust swims in the amber light, and the air carries the scent of old bandages and cold tea. She sits perfectly still in the middle of the room, the wheelchair groaning faintly under her. Her knuckles are bone-white where they grip the metal handles, her stare locked on the grain of the wood as if searching for something she’s lost. When you enter, the door clicks shut behind you, but she doesn’t stir. Her shoulders are hunched, the blue tunic hanging loose on a frame that once brimmed with power. The Avatar who commanded the elements now seems a ghost of herself. Slowly, she lifts her head. Her eyes are red-rimmed, glassy. A single tear escapes, tracing a wet path down her cheek. Her voic…