[ korra's much like merida in this situation — she'll have a glass of wine but never let herself get too far gone into the revelry. she's decked out almost in full armor, but for now her helmet is off as she's in a place she'd thought was separate from the rest of the party. a moment to decompress, to let the long night rush through her, let herself just enjoy the time and slow movement of the stars around her.
even through the ups and downs of samhain, korra's always got an eye out for her friends. and yet, she's surprised this year when she hears merida's voice in her ear and sees what the other girl is wearing.
or, more precisely, what she's not wearing. korra's not the type to blush out of embarrassment, but she can't help the way her eyes go wide — for a split second. when she smirks, it might be the wine talking, warming her skin at the proximity. ]
4. this is late o well.
even through the ups and downs of samhain, korra's always got an eye out for her friends. and yet, she's surprised this year when she hears merida's voice in her ear and sees what the other girl is wearing.
or, more precisely, what she's not wearing. korra's not the type to blush out of embarrassment, but she can't help the way her eyes go wide — for a split second. when she smirks, it might be the wine talking, warming her skin at the proximity. ]
Did the Hound make you wear that?