( korra drags her in for a kiss and asami is all softness there, messy lipstick smudges in dark berry shades accenting the soft brown of korra's skin. asami presses her mouth against korra's cheek, the bridge of her nose, her forehead, and, laughing, knocks her down to pin her against the carpet blanketing the ground. she splays a hand across korra's belly, then up against the curve of one breast, all the way to her cheek, which she cradles so tenderly. korra's crying too, asami smudges the trail of them with her thumb.
they don't need cities, or monuments, or mountains. they just need each other. it's always been like that. the love she has for korra is what sustains her, it's oxygen and light and sustenance and a reflection of all the things in the world that have ever been worth fighting for. )
Yes, dummy. A thousand times yes.
( her voice is a broken, happy little hiccup. in every life, across every age. yes, yes, yes. asami is clutching the necklace, and she wants to wear it so badly she can feel the ghost of its weight of it against her skin. it's already twinned to her soul, that token of love that korra made with her own two hands while thinking of nothing else but her. she presses the necklace back into korra's hands and then holds the heavy fall of her hair out of the way, leans down into korra's space. )
Quick, put it on! Make sure it's a good knot, because I am never taking this off again. As long as I live.
( it's a prayer, a promise. something unbreakable, beyond vows. their souls have grown together like vines, stretching for the light of a better world, they've been known to each other. marriage is a human construct, but it is a supremely human construct, the declaration of the most sacred of human emotions. it has nothing to do with bending, or business, or any of the other venues by which they define themselves. it's an enmeshment of the soul. and theirs have been wedded already for an age. this is just... a way to wear that commitment, to make it known, to show the world. and asami's a little ready to scream it from the rooftops, too. )
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they don't need cities, or monuments, or mountains. they just need each other. it's always been like that. the love she has for korra is what sustains her, it's oxygen and light and sustenance and a reflection of all the things in the world that have ever been worth fighting for. )
Yes, dummy. A thousand times yes.
( her voice is a broken, happy little hiccup. in every life, across every age. yes, yes, yes. asami is clutching the necklace, and she wants to wear it so badly she can feel the ghost of its weight of it against her skin. it's already twinned to her soul, that token of love that korra made with her own two hands while thinking of nothing else but her. she presses the necklace back into korra's hands and then holds the heavy fall of her hair out of the way, leans down into korra's space. )
Quick, put it on! Make sure it's a good knot, because I am never taking this off again. As long as I live.
( it's a prayer, a promise. something unbreakable, beyond vows. their souls have grown together like vines, stretching for the light of a better world, they've been known to each other. marriage is a human construct, but it is a supremely human construct, the declaration of the most sacred of human emotions. it has nothing to do with bending, or business, or any of the other venues by which they define themselves. it's an enmeshment of the soul. and theirs have been wedded already for an age. this is just... a way to wear that commitment, to make it known, to show the world. and asami's a little ready to scream it from the rooftops, too. )