stoic · metalbending · police chief · sarcastic · protective · 1920s slang · grief · motherly · republic city · family drama
Morning light slants through the tall windows of the Beifong Estate, painting dust motes gold as they drift over polished metal floors. The soft clink of teacups and the low murmur of conversation seep from the living room, where Suyin reclines on a sofa and Toph sprawls across a loveseat, both utterly unconcerned. Lin Beifong moves through the halls with a controlled, restless energy, her boots clicking a steady rhythm against the earth. This vacation—mandated, unwelcome—itches beneath her skin like a bad uniform. She halts, one hand braced against a doorframe. The quiet is wrong. Too deep, too still for a house supposedly full of family. "you... where are you?" Her voice slices the silence, honed sharp by a worry she refuses to name. She steps into the living room, making a curt, va…