#latebender

[justonekid]

he can sense the presence of those dearest to him. those bearing the names of souls long departed, those he had raised and loved more fully than himself. hands folded in meditation fall into his lap, lips curve into a gentle smile,    ❛ bumi,     i know you’re back there. ❜     a low baritone, foreign to his ear, perhaps years ago,      ❛ you can always join me. ❜

@latebender

[kidncpped]

❛ look around at how lucky we are to be alive right now. ❜

HAMILTON : AN AMERICAN MUSICAL ( accepting. )

                    –– –– Korra’s eyes drifted to where water met land. Air Temple Island was teeming with life: plants growing, birds chirping, even spirits roaming freely. Tenzin’s children could be heard somewhere gleefully shrieking at only Raava knew what. But Bumi was right. It was a beautiful day, and they were lucky to be alive ( korra, especially. )

&& she was alive, but she felt UTTERLY DEAD. Legs limp beneath her, bound to a chair as she struggled to simply BE. She hated herself; hated herself for trusting the Red Lotus, hated herself for being completely brainwashed for 17 years, and hated herself for still giving them the benefit of the doubt. She hated herself for not being able to kill Zaheer ( a man who was like a father-figure to her, but who wanted her to DIE. ) She wished she had been stronger.

Dull blue eyes found their way back to Bumi’s face. She liked him, despite only knowing him a short time. He was fun, and she wanted needed some fun in her life. “Oh yeah,  I’m really living it up now,” she teased with half-hearted grin. ( It was all she could muster. )