( she slides into him immediately, a moth drawn to the flame. she starts with just leaning her head on his shoulder, but then she gives up the ghost and stops pretending like she doesn't want to be consoled, sliding an arm around his middle, face pressed against him. she takes a deep, creaky breath, lungs racketing around the metal pangs of emotion stabbing her innards like the poison zaheer sunk into her skin. only - she can't metalbend it out, so it's there just to exist, empty reminders of pain on every breath.
he smells like sweat and spice, and something eerily familiar, like the ghosts of emotions long since passed. )
Seeing Katara was weird. ( it's half mushed into his shoulder, words muffled on every shaky word. ) Not even for all the — hundreds of reasons why it should be weird. She's just.
( just. korra wretches away from him, elbow on her knee, head thrown in her hand so she can rub her shorter hair anxiously. it's her bleeding heart. the girl she met has been grown for years in their world, has lived and survived and thrived in the new world avatar aang built for her, and for the betterment of all people everywhere. but she still wishes she could save her from that, somehow. all that grief and pain and suffering. she knows the original team avatar's story has a happy end, but. just. )
She's just a girl, Mako. She's barely older than Jinora.
( they're just kids who had to put an end to a war for power hungry men started for them. she wishes she had been the avatar to decide ozai's fate, to save a twelve year old air nomad from looking the death spirits in the eye - wishes still, that she could've had some impact on these events that occurred some sixty years before her lifetime. obviously it's impossible. she's never felt pain for it before, because it's always been a story of victory - but. seeing a child is different than reading fourteen on paper. that's all she's lamenting. )
Can you imagine if we were that age when everything went down? Amon? ( and then the trailing list of everything terrible that's ever happened, that korra carries the weight of every single day. ) Vaatu and Unalaq? Zaheer? Kuvira? How can our world allow kids to offer their lives up in the name of peace?
Ugh. I don't want a real answer. ( there isn't one, anyway. she sighs. ) Can I have some curry? I need a pick-me-up.
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he smells like sweat and spice, and something eerily familiar, like the ghosts of emotions long since passed. )
Seeing Katara was weird. ( it's half mushed into his shoulder, words muffled on every shaky word. ) Not even for all the — hundreds of reasons why it should be weird. She's just.
( just. korra wretches away from him, elbow on her knee, head thrown in her hand so she can rub her shorter hair anxiously. it's her bleeding heart. the girl she met has been grown for years in their world, has lived and survived and thrived in the new world avatar aang built for her, and for the betterment of all people everywhere. but she still wishes she could save her from that, somehow. all that grief and pain and suffering. she knows the original team avatar's story has a happy end, but. just. )
She's just a girl, Mako. She's barely older than Jinora.
( they're just kids who had to put an end to a war for power hungry men started for them. she wishes she had been the avatar to decide ozai's fate, to save a twelve year old air nomad from looking the death spirits in the eye - wishes still, that she could've had some impact on these events that occurred some sixty years before her lifetime. obviously it's impossible. she's never felt pain for it before, because it's always been a story of victory - but. seeing a child is different than reading fourteen on paper. that's all she's lamenting. )
Can you imagine if we were that age when everything went down? Amon? ( and then the trailing list of everything terrible that's ever happened, that korra carries the weight of every single day. ) Vaatu and Unalaq? Zaheer? Kuvira? How can our world allow kids to offer their lives up in the name of peace?
Ugh. I don't want a real answer. ( there isn't one, anyway. she sighs. ) Can I have some curry? I need a pick-me-up.