( it settles against her throat like a captured droplet of infinity, washed all in gentle heliotrope, flanked by fire-licked rubies. asami brushes her fingers against it, adjusting it so it falls perfectly in the notch between her collarbones. her only regret is that she didn't look at it longer, but she supposes that's what mirrors are for. she envisions the hours she'll spend propped in front of one, just. looking at this gift, the earthly sum of korra's love for her, and her heart flutters just thinking about it.
there's. a delighted little squeal of sheer and utter joy and then she flings her arms around korra, clutching at her with reckless abandon. she can barely contain herself. doesn't want to. doesn't care who hears or sees them. they can, quite frankly, whistle dixie. )
I love it. And I love you. Thank you, Korra, for this.
( she knows it's very likely that korra spent weeks on this, trying to create something beautiful. she never does anything by halves, and she's so committed to perfection... asami curls her arms around her and kisses a line up her shoulder to her throat, ending with a triumphantly placed one right on her mouth.
she's excited too, about the ring. she didn't make it herself, which she's a little sad about now, but. she wouldn't have been able to stand the heat needed to forge it anyway. mako said that it was like being a volcano. only a firebender — only a master firebender — could have done it, and asami... is content with that. after all, mako loves them both too. korra won't mind that it was his hands that shaped it.
asami unhooks the chain from her neck, and pours the ring down the length of it to her hand, where it settles. it's heavier than it looks. there are ornate little patterned etchings in the surface, like waves. and the inscription on the inside simply says, our forever after in the oldest written script of the water tribes. asami slips it on korra's right index finger, and then bends to kiss her knuckles. )
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there's. a delighted little squeal of sheer and utter joy and then she flings her arms around korra, clutching at her with reckless abandon. she can barely contain herself. doesn't want to. doesn't care who hears or sees them. they can, quite frankly, whistle dixie. )
I love it. And I love you. Thank you, Korra, for this.
( she knows it's very likely that korra spent weeks on this, trying to create something beautiful. she never does anything by halves, and she's so committed to perfection... asami curls her arms around her and kisses a line up her shoulder to her throat, ending with a triumphantly placed one right on her mouth.
she's excited too, about the ring. she didn't make it herself, which she's a little sad about now, but. she wouldn't have been able to stand the heat needed to forge it anyway. mako said that it was like being a volcano. only a firebender — only a master firebender — could have done it, and asami... is content with that. after all, mako loves them both too. korra won't mind that it was his hands that shaped it.
asami unhooks the chain from her neck, and pours the ring down the length of it to her hand, where it settles. it's heavier than it looks. there are ornate little patterned etchings in the surface, like waves. and the inscription on the inside simply says, our forever after in the oldest written script of the water tribes. asami slips it on korra's right index finger, and then bends to kiss her knuckles. )
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