( it was only an object, before asami touched it. made in her image, yes, but not touched with life or love until asami pressed the pads of her fingers against it, made it something real. korra isn't expecting it to hit her as hard as it does, when she takes the necklace back and sets it with steady fingers around asami's neck, doing the fastening blindly but without stuttering. a necklace isn't a necklace until you wear it and. korra could've and has imagined what it might look like, wrapped around her neck, a direct contrast to the pale of her skin, but it's different in action. it's real, this time. she said yes.
her fingertips brush the gem as it's seated on her collarbone, hand trailing down her chest. right at the center, just resting there, above her heart, eyes locked onto the engagement necklace. she bullies asami in to take a seat on her lap, extra hand wrapping around her waist to support her.
she swallows thickly, before she tilts her head up to meet asami's gaze, smile impossibly soft. )
It looks beautiful on you, Asami.
( everything does, but. something korra cultivated with her own hands, born from the power of her bending? yeah. it's perfect. )
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her fingertips brush the gem as it's seated on her collarbone, hand trailing down her chest. right at the center, just resting there, above her heart, eyes locked onto the engagement necklace. she bullies asami in to take a seat on her lap, extra hand wrapping around her waist to support her.
she swallows thickly, before she tilts her head up to meet asami's gaze, smile impossibly soft. )
It looks beautiful on you, Asami.
( everything does, but. something korra cultivated with her own hands, born from the power of her bending? yeah. it's perfect. )
I want mine! Pretty please.