( she just looks at her, gentle and warm, free hand undoing her belt or whatever restrictions lay in the way of her slipping up the hem of asami's shirt to cup her side, skin to skin. if she could bottle a sound and keep it as schroeder's cat at her bedside table, it'd be asami saying i love you for sure. all things considered, korra had a pretty sweet childhood - her parents were both alive and both loved her very much, she was surrounded by katara and the other members of the compound, but. she was indescribably lonely, at times. she never thought she'd hear i love you from anyone who wasn't blood related.
so, it's special. she doesn't feel lonely anymore, asami's love is as vast as it is whole, and korra is just. grateful. that she hit mako with her moped, and hopped into all of their lives for good. she wouldn't be half the woman she is today without asami at her side.
the ring is heavy - a nice balancing weight to it, that korra likes for the steady reminder of it's presence. she flexes her fingers into a fist to test it, and cracks a smile when she unfurls them again, bright and cheery and unlike these soft little nothings prior. it's very korra. loud in the face of soft, bright in the face of calm. she can't recognize the ore off the top of her head, which means it's probably something super expensive, or rare, or something, and she'll prod asami about it later, but. for now. she pushes her head forward to rub noses with her, smile pressed against her lips.)
Gonna be a yes from me, Mrs. Avatar.
( and then she just kisses her, like the fate of the world rests on the clashing of their tongues, like crushing their lips together might be the only solution to restoring balance in the world.)
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so, it's special. she doesn't feel lonely anymore, asami's love is as vast as it is whole, and korra is just. grateful. that she hit mako with her moped, and hopped into all of their lives for good. she wouldn't be half the woman she is today without asami at her side.
the ring is heavy - a nice balancing weight to it, that korra likes for the steady reminder of it's presence. she flexes her fingers into a fist to test it, and cracks a smile when she unfurls them again, bright and cheery and unlike these soft little nothings prior. it's very korra. loud in the face of soft, bright in the face of calm. she can't recognize the ore off the top of her head, which means it's probably something super expensive, or rare, or something, and she'll prod asami about it later, but. for now. she pushes her head forward to rub noses with her, smile pressed against her lips.)
Gonna be a yes from me, Mrs. Avatar.
( and then she just kisses her, like the fate of the world rests on the clashing of their tongues, like crushing their lips together might be the only solution to restoring balance in the world.)