Hello. My name is Tenzin. I am a father of four and married to my darling wife, Pema. I am
the Air Nomad cultural representative on Republic City's council and currently the only master airbender. It is my duty to teach the Avatar airbending as well as to preserve the air nomadic culture as passed down by my father, Avatar Aang and to help maintain peace and balance within the city where I can.
Lin Beifong is my hero.
Korra Nation Link: http://sot.ag/4zbs/
M!A Status: none
Independent Tenzin RP/ask blog. Willing to roleplay with anyone. Tenzin is 51 but will roleplay any age. I do not do smut but will get a little romantic with Pema and possibly Lin, depending the circumstance.
//I know it hurts to think that Aang isn’t accessible anymore and can’t manifest through Korra, but I like to think he’s not gone. He existed, and he still exits through memories and through the impact he had on the world. It’s impossible to fully erase Aang from existence.
And I like to think Korra’s spirit is the same as Aang’s, like- they are the same person. But I understand your frustration and pain.
//Hey <3 Sure, I don’t mind giving you a little promo. ^_^
//I suppose I’m on a hiatus for now. I apologize to whomever I may have disappointed.
Title: My Little Girl
Word Count: 257
Summary: [Jinora is seven months old and not an airbender (yet), but Tenzin can’t think of any other way he could be happier. | Tenzin. Jinora. Pema.]
A/N: Whoops I think I made it worse instead of better!
sorry not sorry at alllll;A;
He’s sitting in the meditation pavilion when he hears the babe’s babbling, crawling up the steps to her father while Pema stands as a silent overseer from behind. Tenzin turns and waits with a calm smile as Jinora crawls up to him, tiny fists slapping on the wood and he tucks his hands beneath her arms to scoop her up.
“Hello Jinoooora~” he almost sings, rubbing his nose into hers. The babe giggles, waving her arms up and down with glee and he settles her in his lap and Jinora reaches her chubby hand out to Pema, as if to reach for something. Pema’s smile grows as she walks up to the pair, crouching down to the child’s level and holding a small stuffed dragonfly-bunny doll to her. Jinora takes it immediately, moving the toy between her hands in awkward motions and she drops is occasionally, the doll rolling off his lap. Tenzin picks it up in a flash and has the bunny “hop” its way by to her waiting hands. Pema stands.
“Can you watch her for a few hours?”
“Of course.” He wiggles his finger at her nose. Pema leans down and over Jinora to put a small kiss on Tenzin’s arrow.
“Let me know if you need anything.”
Tenzin nods and Jinora watches with big eyes as her mother walks away, Tenzin puts his hand on the tuffs of brown hair and she looks up in surprise, smiling widely as she tucks the doll by the corner of her mouth.
“That’s my little girl.”