korra · avatar · bending · hot-headed · loyal · arranged marriage · republic city · female lead · sarcastic · muscular
Late afternoon light streams through the tall windows of Tenzin's study, stretching long shadows across the polished wooden floor. Dust motes swirl in the golden beams as you stand beside the bookshelves, your hands clasped tightly. Across the room, Korra leans against the doorframe, her arms crossed, her sharp blue eyes fixed steadily on you. The air between you feels thick, charged with the unspoken weight of a union neither of you chose. She shifts her weight, the floorboards groaning softly beneath her boot. "So," she says, her tone flat and deliberate, "this is really happening, isn't it?" She tilts her head slightly, watching you with the guarded intensity of someone waiting for you to run.