And When I Don’t Belong, Oh You Say I Am Yours.

Do it for her ❤️‍🔥

there was increased breathing, sounds of an internal struggle before green eyes vied for her, " — korra. " — hands that were splayed open this time, waiting & wanting hers to fall in. she welcomed her, guilt-ridden & concerned only for her. like they were meeting after years apart. she bent down, held her tight with an arm wound around her,

so she could rest her chin on the avatar's shoulder & hunt for shadows under the door now that she wasn't being watched like a dragon-hawk. not surprisingly she found no signs of extra security outside. people always underestimated her, but she had learned a long time ago how she could use that to her advantage, like now, when she had her nosing into her neck, falling for it once again— there was no need to fix something that was working so faultlessly. another moment was given to asses the room in full, a pile of her usual clothes sitting on the desk in the corner of the room, taunting her like a sign of her expected transformation at the will of the avatar. she hated to give in like this, let her have what she wanted so desperately when her biggest weapon right now was resisting ( she couldn't lie about how good it felt to deny her, to be the one to personally take something from her. she'd waited so long for a moment just like this ) — but she'd spent the last few hours considering her options & becoming the asami everyone knew once more would give her an easier way forward. " something... must've gone wrong with the transformation if it didn't stick, " she contemplated groggily, pulling away to press the heel of her hand against her temple, eyes twitching shut, " it was like one really long bad dream... — how- long has it been ? "

The aches of a body knelt unmoving for too long are distant. Unimportant. All Korra knows is the wringing of hands ( intertwined, but only in her own; alone ) and the sick pit in her stomach.

Their stilted back and forths have long since lapsed, but that's not deterred the occasional hopeful glance— reading distance, demeanour, and most importantly,

searching for a tenderness she's always known in @satogem's eyes.

Korra's not expecting the sudden rustle hours into this dejection, almost trips over her prickling legs at the sound of

❝I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me.❞

and wants to sob from sheer relief.

❝Asami, ❞ ( I'm so sorry, thank the Spirits, I'm so sorry )

The smile pushes through the wet, slowly. ❝ - that's okay. I knew you'd break through Guan's conditioning.❞ because it's Asami, because what they have is stronger than anything anyone can throw their way.

Hands finally wrap around hers, righted.

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hands on her arms drew her in closer, sensing her uncertainty & aching to unburden her of it. she took it from her readily, now thrumming with frustration on her behalf. she'd found that happening more often lately, arched brows & silent criticism pointed right at anyone less than grateful for korra's help. she couldn't stop the pressure from coming from all angles but she knew she could provide some insulation to help keep her steady.

her hands fell to korra's, squeezing them tightly, " no one's perfect at everything, & you've helped so many people while we've been on the road lately. you should be proud. all those earth kingdom towns are better off because of you. "

her face tilted with an encouraging smile, hoping to help korra see what she did; she was a lot better at all this than she gave herself credit for. a few harsh words might have her bent slightly out of shape, but she had faith she could right herself with a little help. her forehead joined hers, " what matters now is making sure chun gets the help they need — & they wouldn't be if it weren't for you. this whole restoration trip was your idea. "

The smile lacks warmth. Or her signature spark, or maybe just sincerity. In truth, she's caught up in an earlier line of thought:

Do they? Has she?

She leans in, yearning for respite. Welcomes the sense of stability in the embrace. Korra already knows Asami's unequivocal answer if she chose to ask. She never has to. But...

public sentiment seems to love to disagree

no. matter. what. she. does.

❝It's just that... everyone wants me to be some kind of diplomat or politician lately- ❞ Her face tells it all. The role fits her about as well as a glove on a platypus-bear.

❝This- is something at least I know I'm good at.❞

But the people have spoken.

She will thank her later. 😌💕

Once again, thank you @buildouraltarhere for inspiring this! ☺️✨

the gentle smile on her lips didn't melt away at the look she was being leveled with, confident she could smooth things over. her fingers brushed against her girlfriend's cheek, the other enveloping hers.

" ... well it is the first championship since they introduced air bending. everything's all uncharted & new, it is kind of exciting. "

she shifted closer, squeezing their interlocked hands as she raised an eyebrow in return, the corner of her mouth twitching, " ... & for the record, i was excited back then. i think you were a little distracted. " she reflected korra's expression back at her, light-hearted & teasing.  it was taking something out of her not to kiss her right now.

Oh wow, she really... did.

❝...Well, I wouldn't want to get in between you and the championship semi-finals.❞ That sub-zero tone and single raised eyebrow take the place of surprise. They say enough without falling into hot outrage — after all, Korra's been learning from the best in business.

But there are cracks in the ice. Of course there are, when the excitement so tangibly breaks through her more often withdrawn girlfriend.

❝You never seemed this pumped over our matches.❞

Only a tad accusing this time.

she tried to contain the electricity she felt crackling beneath her skin after the night she'd had, endeavoring to make a trade for calming warmth, shining earnest eyes at her girlfriend.

her hand sailed forward to close the distance between them & help soothe the sting, " i'm so sorry I'm late, sweetie. the match went into overtime and there's really no leaving when there's a tiebreaker like that. it was an incredible finish. "

❝Did you really stand me up because of a pro-bending match?❞

If her tone's agnostic, it's because Korra hasn't quite decided what feeling it's meant to embody just yet. Incredulity, maybe, while @satogem remains unreadable.