A/N: Finally! The last 30 Days of Writing fic, guys!
It only took me 140 days.
Rated: K
Day 30 - Order
It's surprising to Bolin how organized Korra keeps her bedroom despite her typically rowdy behavior. Her room isn't pristine by any means – the bed is unmade, there are bits of white hairs littering the spot on the floor where Naga sleeps, and he can even spot a thin layer of dust coating the windowsill. But he can tell she's taken great care to arrange the few possessions she has, even decorating the top of her dresser with trinkets she's acquired, including the snow globe he'd gifted her over the holidays last year which sits front and center.
He smiles and gives the globe a little shake, remembering the joyous look on her face as she unwrapped it, how her eyes lit like stars. The liquid inside the globe swirls around, spiraling fake snow all around the tiny replica of Republic City, the place he calls home. The place he met Korra.
It's snowing again, and the time for celebration has come. The winter festival starts tonight, which means tons of great food, loads of fun and, more importantly, presents. And Bolin's got something special in mind for Korra this year…
"Bo? What are you doing in here?"
Bolin spins around only to find Korra leaning casually against the doorway. "Waiting for you, actually! Wanna go check out the celebrations in the city? The fireworks are quite the spectacle!"
"Sure!" she grins. "Let's do it!"
Bolin returns the object to its rightful place as she rushes past him to grab her coat. He slips his hands into his pockets, fingers curling around the carefully wrapped gift hidden there, and thinks only of stars.
