▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄The boulders that lined the cavern were in rows that characterized its roundish pattern. In itself, the accommodating features was lacking in comforting temperatures, in its normal state of course. Yet somehow, it does not match the iciness prowling beneath the heiress’ layers. As if early transparent growths spread through the marrow of the skeletal system, encasing everything in ices until it slowed the walloping of her cardium. –to clarify, this is not at all mimicking the default personality she acts out with ease, no this; this is the brooding and paltriness behind an alluring face. With expressions that cosmetics fail to beautify with wisdom and correctness. All her life she’s modeled after the ideal, always pushing aside all the anger and disappointment and transforming it into a pout.
▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄When it comes to disguising the truest of faces, her bloodline excels in the craft. Just take her father for example, how he hid his pact with equalist leader Amon from the presses. Most importantly, how he kept the charade of a loving father in front of his sole descendant.
It sickens her that she too takes part in that.
That she took a part of his deceptive ways.
▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄His flesh and her mother’s simmered in the heat of love to produce her, and this is what she shows for it. IRRITATION is a presence that’s too r e a l to ignore & too poisonous to recover from. The aura surrounding her slim contours wages a new appearance. It’s small and malignant, an object distinct in both appearance and function as the imaginary weight appeases her distraction.
Asami’s hand provides a cozy mold for a dagger that’s soon to be aimed at Korra’s back.
▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄She’s full aware that her girlfriend does this to ensure the well-being of her people, most notably, she who she shares a bed with. The extent to which the avatar must go through to ensure the lives of innocent civilians are maintained as whole is a stress that Asami cannot even contemplate. With each passing breath, Korra may near extinction. It’s a reality they’re fully aware of, yet Asami willingly ignores it. She cannot think and WILL NOT think of the results, for it would drain the happiness of her eyes with each passing day. The worries would add bold underlines beneath her optics, a flaw that would only hold ground for questions.
▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄Constantly living on the edge of suspense every time Korra stepped through the front door. The sun gleaming handsomely over the varying chocolate tunes, meanwhile she raises her arm to offer a half-hearted wave. Not knowing whether she would return or not. That is the daily struggle she’s fated to undergo by the avatar’s side if she wishes to recognize the danger. Nevertheless, at least for now, let her believe in Korra’s strength and wonder.
Asami accepts without delay that Korra is a devil with flesh when it comes to power, and that knowledge has become her haven.
She must believe that Korra is strong enough to protect herself. There must be certainty in Korra’s wisdom, and most of all, support every step of the way.
All her life Asami has been protected and undermined, and for once she would like to do the protecting to show that she too can be beneficial.
-Is it too much to ask to be counted for?
▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄The smell of cooking meat did nothing to animate her hunger. Probably has to do with the privation of accommodations, after all, there are no seasonings in the vicinity to cajole the tongue. All the meanwhile she gazes into the fire while ingesting its burn. The cackle of wood and traces of meat slathered into its flaking exterior did nothing to stir emotion, even when Korra dished out the accounts of her tribe. It may not appear so to the common eyes but Asami was listening. She’s a tentative one, so dissection of information comes with ease. Her arms remained crossed during the lecture, a finger fiddles with the cloth, and her eyebrows creased.
The last Sato briefly interjected.
The embers placed on her sockets were overcome by waves that reputedly stared.
▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ “When the time comes it’s going to be so difficult because no matter what he has done, it doesn’t change the fact that he’s your f a m i l y. And once it comes down to it, you will be looking at your uncle in the eyes, and all those sweet childhood memories will flood your judgement and make you hesitate… just like I hesitated with my father.”
“Let me… let me do this for you Korra. You’re not alone in this.”
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