487 Acacia Willows
487 Acacia Willows
Description:
She loves a ghost.
It’s silly calling him that, she knows, for he’s very much alive and very much real--but he’s still a ghost. He leaves fleeting touches upon her skin that make her wonder whether or not he was even present in the first place. He breathes smoke into her lungs when their lips meet, and cripples her at the knees. He leaves his smell, an odd combination of cigarettes and Republic City’s finest cologne, upon her clothes.
Korra shouldn’t be playing with ghosts, and certainly not one as dangerous and unknown as Tahno.
(Rewrite of a fic of the same name that I wrote about 10 years ago on FFN)