when the silver and gold sky meet, they don't crash.
they unite.
So when the Golden Boy of Piltover and the Silver Princess from Arcadia came across each other, they can't help but replicate the sky.
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jayce talis x fem!oc
s1 : 📝
s2 : 📌
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♫ a little death - the neighborhood ♫
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[Scene opens, once again, on Korra, who is staring deadpan at Mary Anne.]
"YEP, A GREAT WAY TO SPEND MY SATURDAY MORNING," KORRA MUTTERED, A SARCASTIC SMIRK ON HER FACE. She sighed, slowly waving her hand back down to the Noxian letter. "Continue."
Mary Anne looked back down at it with a confused gaze, before muttering a curse over and over before it became louder. "Holy shit! She's bringing—bringing him?!"
Korra nodded, grabbing her leather ankle boots and lacing them back together on her foot. In her facial expression, there was something that wasn't typical for Korra. Something she didn't use very often. "Yep. And heeeeee's—what? 39 now?" She scoffed, before standing up once again.
Mary Anne put down the Noxian letter, before picking up the Arcadian one. Korra let out a small burp before taking a drink of water, Mary Anne raised an eyebrow at this, not used to Korra acting so distraught and so—unlike herself. Not the burping part; she did that often around Mary Anne.
Mary Anne cleared her throat, reading with a sense of formality. "My dear big sister," Mary Anne spoke aloud, "Mother has recently contacted me regarding a visit to Piltover. She has given a recommendation that my family and I should come too, and let the Council of Elders take care of the kingdom over here. We have decided to follow through, and shall be there come any day." She looked at the date, seeing it has been 5 days since it was written. That meant that they were going to arrive soon. She sucked in her teeth, before reading once again. "As you've probably realized, around her: be on your guard. You've always been better at that than I have."
"I'm excited to see the city you've transformed into a bustle and hustling city. I'll be there soon, Kor. Sincerely, Kaelen."
Korra murmured something under her breath, leaning stubbornly against her desk. "Every time I think I can catch a break," she chuckled with a sarcastic tone, "something comes by and messes the fucking thing up." She looked out the window, shaking her head as she propped her foot on the low-hanging windowsill.
Mary Anne looked at Korra with a concerned look. Korra never spoke like that. Especially about her family. Mary Anne put the letter down, and placed her hands on Korra's shoulders, turning her and forcing her foot off the windowsill.
"Kory,...you can't think like this," Mary Anne persuaded, stubbornly. "What would your father say?"
Korra pulled away and paced away, an angry symbol in her strut. "Dad's not here. He's dead, Mary Anne," Korra demanded, stopping her pacing in frustration, her squared and muscular back turned to Mary Anne. She closed her eyes, wiping her closed teeth with her tongue, tasting the aftermath of her coffee from earlier that morning. Beside the stubborn tone, she took a breath, slowly calming. "That was out of turn...I'm sorry. I shouldn't have bursted like that. Forgive me, Mare?"
