AN: I felt like doing my own prompt today. I'll get back to your prompts tomorrow, I promise.
Also, I really like OCs ok. Sorry about this.
I JUST HAD A COMPULSION. LEAVE ME ALONE I'M TIRED. -dies-
twins
Thirteen year-old Zara was less than pleased. She was losing. To a water bender no less. She'd never live it down.
"Had enough, Zara? Or would you like to go again?" Katia teased with a sly smile. The water bender's hair was pulled back in a ponytail, little wisps of black hair sticking to the sweat on her forehead. She had her mother's piercing blue eyes and her overconfidence to boot. She stood, poised and ready, her hands held aloft, a rotating rope of water twisting around her.
Zara chanced a grin. Her own brown hair was half pulled back in braids. Strands of it stuck to her neck and cheeks. She adjusted her stance: a casual mocking sort of tilt. Flames lit the tips of her fingers.
Like hell she was going to give up now.
Wordlessly the two girls both went on the offensive. Their parries turned the air to steam and smoke. Neither of them seemed likely to gain any ground in the fight.
"Katia! Zara! It's time for dinner." Their younger brother, Kuro, came out of the house looking rather intimidated by his sisters' battle. He knew better than to get between them when they got into a sparring match. Someday, though, he hoped to be able to take them on.
Huffing, the two girls ceased their attacks. Their stances relaxed and they approached each other, proud and determined looks on their nearly identical faces. "Good match." Zara offered stoically, offering her sister her hand.
"Yes." Katia agreed, accepting Zara's hand. They stood for a long moment, staring each other down, their grips intensifying. Their faces seemed to purple with the effort.
"What are you kids standing out here for? Your father has dinner ready." Korra appeared in the doorway, a pout on her lips and an eyebrow raised. The girls looked up from their staring contest.
"We were sparring, mom." Zara announced proudly. She trotted into the house.
Katia beckoned Kuro along with a gentle tug on his collar. "Come on pip squeak." Kuro's face crinkled with annoyance.
"What gives you the right to call me a pip squeak?"
"Because you are a pip squeak." Katia smiled sardonically and shoved him playfully into the house. Korra cast her daughter a skeptical look.
"So who won the match?" She asked with a knowing smile. It was the same answer every time. Her twin daughters were rather evenly matched.
Katia feigned a truthful smile. "I did, of course."
"LIAR!"