Rachel, 20 year old college student and dedicated Avatar: the Last Airbender and The Legend of Korra fan.
I mostly talk to people and reblog craploads of things. I sometimes write fic or make gifs/graphics. I comment extensively in my tags, and I am prone to headcanon about anything and everything.
I adore worldbuilding, families, and jerkbenders. Commentary and character analyses are my true loves.
Fandom: Legend of Korra
Word Count: 551
Pairing: Makorra maybe? It’s really more platonic than anything.
A week after they came to stay on the island, he caught her talking to Naga. She sat curled up by the polar bear dog’s side, her hands brushing through the white fur absentmindedly. She was turned away from him and her voice was low, but the sound was amplified just enough by echoing off the walls and the cobblestone walkway for him to catch the softly spoken words.
“I just…don’t know what to do, Naga,” she said, resting her cheek the creature’s side. “I’m trying, but I don’t know what I’m doing.” Korra chuckled weakly, and she weaved her fingers through the white strands of fur. “I’m the Avatar, and I can’t deal with it.”