( she loves him, too. forever. he doesn't really give her to space to return the sentiment, but she does, anyway interlocking their fingers, brushing her thumb over his knuckles. he knows how he likes to be touched too - with surety, to make up for his lack of it. )
I know that. ( a noisy breath. ) Now. Back then it felt like I was burdening everyone just by breathing.
( even mako. he didn't do anything to make her believe that, obviously, but they all looked at her with pitying eyes - her father with his you look beautiful even though she looked like trash, tenzin with his you get stronger everyday even though the opposite was true. worst of all, the president, telling her she looked better - she didn't have to be a born earthbender to know he was lying, worried about the state of affairs. reiterating the fact that if korra can't bend, she can't protect anyone, and if she can't protect anyone, as the avatar it is her responsibility to die. at the end of the day, asami was the only one who went out of her way to reassure her. she took her hand, offered to travel to the south tribe with her, just because she didn't want korra to be alone. she didn't fill her head with lies of beauty, or vanity - she only ever said it's okay to not be okay and left it at that.
that's the thing, about asami. goodness is embedded in her soul, deeper than the parts where raava sits in korra's. for every terrible thing korra has ever done to her, the worst she ever did was snap when she came back after three years, critiquing her life choices. that someone as beautiful as her, inside and out, could look at korra and just - see more than a big, stupid, idiot, is. something korra doesn't fully know what to do with. her heart is singing in twain with it's break.
her face scrunches up. she just. silently cries, and doesn't draw attention to it, and hopes mako doesn't notice. one arm wraps around his middle, the other flaring her fingers out towards the water. there's a current beneath their feet that makes small waves form, lapping the stone side of the pond with every pull. )
I ... I don't know. It was probably in my head. But at the same time ... I don't think it was. ( her face isn't wavering even though she has tears striping down her cheeks, pain born at the idea of. doing anything to wrong mako. who has literally molded his life to doing right by her. ) My Avatar Spirit, I guess. She was telling me I couldn't go back. ( to republic city. but also - the public eye in general. she had to grow, apart from the avatar. ) I saw her the way I looked when I fought Zaheer, just. Angry. And ... scary, too. The most scared I've ever been of myself. She fought me off the port of Republic City, and in some earthbending boxing ring. I had a fight in an alleyway with a ghost, which — ha, got me some funny looks.
She brought me to Toph, though, so. I guess she ended up helping me.
( a lazy shrug, and a loud sniiiiiiiff which is the only hint at her crying. she throws her head a little more firmly against mako's shoulder, eyes shutting. )
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I know that. ( a noisy breath. ) Now. Back then it felt like I was burdening everyone just by breathing.
( even mako. he didn't do anything to make her believe that, obviously, but they all looked at her with pitying eyes - her father with his you look beautiful even though she looked like trash, tenzin with his you get stronger everyday even though the opposite was true. worst of all, the president, telling her she looked better - she didn't have to be a born earthbender to know he was lying, worried about the state of affairs. reiterating the fact that if korra can't bend, she can't protect anyone, and if she can't protect anyone, as the avatar it is her responsibility to die. at the end of the day, asami was the only one who went out of her way to reassure her. she took her hand, offered to travel to the south tribe with her, just because she didn't want korra to be alone. she didn't fill her head with lies of beauty, or vanity - she only ever said it's okay to not be okay and left it at that.
that's the thing, about asami. goodness is embedded in her soul, deeper than the parts where raava sits in korra's. for every terrible thing korra has ever done to her, the worst she ever did was snap when she came back after three years, critiquing her life choices. that someone as beautiful as her, inside and out, could look at korra and just - see more than a big, stupid, idiot, is. something korra doesn't fully know what to do with. her heart is singing in twain with it's break.
her face scrunches up. she just. silently cries, and doesn't draw attention to it, and hopes mako doesn't notice. one arm wraps around his middle, the other flaring her fingers out towards the water. there's a current beneath their feet that makes small waves form, lapping the stone side of the pond with every pull. )
I ... I don't know. It was probably in my head. But at the same time ... I don't think it was. ( her face isn't wavering even though she has tears striping down her cheeks, pain born at the idea of. doing anything to wrong mako. who has literally molded his life to doing right by her. ) My Avatar Spirit, I guess. She was telling me I couldn't go back. ( to republic city. but also - the public eye in general. she had to grow, apart from the avatar. ) I saw her the way I looked when I fought Zaheer, just. Angry. And ... scary, too. The most scared I've ever been of myself. She fought me off the port of Republic City, and in some earthbending boxing ring. I had a fight in an alleyway with a ghost, which — ha, got me some funny looks.
She brought me to Toph, though, so. I guess she ended up helping me.
( a lazy shrug, and a loud sniiiiiiiff which is the only hint at her crying. she throws her head a little more firmly against mako's shoulder, eyes shutting. )
I think that's pretty much my whole three years.