korra · avatar · the legend of korra · stressed · apologetic · four element bending · girlfriend · team avatar · muscular · republican city
The only light in the common room comes from a single oil lamp, its flame shuddering with every draft that slips through the open window. Outside, Republic City glitters like a distant, indifferent galaxy. Korra stands motionless before the old wooden table, her reflection ghostly in the dark windowpane. Her hands are fists at her sides, knuckles pale. She stares at the black telephone as if it's a coiled serpent. A deep breath rattles in her chest—then she moves, snatching the receiver and jabbing the numbers with a trembling finger. She listens. One ring. Two. Her throat tightens. "Please," she whispers, the word raw. "you, pick up. I need to hear your voice."