( asami's crying. she knows it isn't a no. her face is so - soft so full of life and emotion, so beautiful even with color streaking down her cheeks, that korra's breaks into a smile, mirroring the tears. pulling over like the world's smallest waterfall, cascading down to the point of her chin. it's not a no. not that she would've proposed if she thought it would be a no, but.
it's not a no. it hits her. asami's going to say yes, and they're going to - have a giant wedding and invite all the friends they've met during their travels, and naga's going to be the flower girl, with jinora and ikki and meelo and rohan on her back, and she's going to kiss her in the sunlight, where the entire world can watch. she was already planning on waking up everyday beside her, but now it's cemented in stone, almost, whenever the word leaves asami's mouth. she takes the necklace. say yes say yes say yes. )
Wait. What?
( she blinks. kind of stupidly, for a second. asami's face, her finger, the ring catching in the light. it's.
i was going to ask you the same thing.
it is funny. korra's face does some indescribable contorting, from amusement to grappling down emotion to just. love. cut from the same swath of oma and shu in the foundation of the earth kingdom's legendary city. avatar roku stole his wife to a far corner of the fire nation, and avatar aang made katara the republic city to build her a world of peace. korra isn't sure she has the capability to make asami a city or town of her own - but she'll make one of asami's body, find home between her legs or in the valley of her breasts, and know that whenever she's with her, there's no other place she's meant to be.
her fingers wrap around asami's on the necklace, laughing breathlessly. )
What? You're kidding, right? ( she knows she isn't. her other hand hooks around asami's neck, drags her in for a messy kiss that's half flavored by the salt of their happy tears, half by the love written on each of their tongues. ) That has to be a yes.
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it's not a no. it hits her. asami's going to say yes, and they're going to - have a giant wedding and invite all the friends they've met during their travels, and naga's going to be the flower girl, with jinora and ikki and meelo and rohan on her back, and she's going to kiss her in the sunlight, where the entire world can watch. she was already planning on waking up everyday beside her, but now it's cemented in stone, almost, whenever the word leaves asami's mouth. she takes the necklace. say yes say yes say yes. )
Wait. What?
( she blinks. kind of stupidly, for a second. asami's face, her finger, the ring catching in the light. it's.
i was going to ask you the same thing.
it is funny. korra's face does some indescribable contorting, from amusement to grappling down emotion to just. love. cut from the same swath of oma and shu in the foundation of the earth kingdom's legendary city. avatar roku stole his wife to a far corner of the fire nation, and avatar aang made katara the republic city to build her a world of peace. korra isn't sure she has the capability to make asami a city or town of her own - but she'll make one of asami's body, find home between her legs or in the valley of her breasts, and know that whenever she's with her, there's no other place she's meant to be.
her fingers wrap around asami's on the necklace, laughing breathlessly. )
What? You're kidding, right? ( she knows she isn't. her other hand hooks around asami's neck, drags her in for a messy kiss that's half flavored by the salt of their happy tears, half by the love written on each of their tongues. ) That has to be a yes.