#bendeir

𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮  𝙢𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩,  𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮  𝙩𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝  𝙤𝙛  𝙠𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙖'𝙨  𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮  𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩  𝙝𝙞𝙨  𝙤𝙬𝙣,  𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙨.   but he can’t let go of her, even if he can only hold her with one arm, his right wrist numb save for when he tries to move it.  he can taste blood in his mouth, and his ears still ring.   “ 𝚠𝚎  𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎  𝚝𝚘  𝚐𝚘. ”   it’s all he knows to say.  he has to... do something.  he has to, even if it’s too late now;  even though he was too late.  amon is gone, his equalist movement destroyed.  but he was too late.   “ 𝚠𝚎  𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎  𝚝𝚘  𝚐𝚎𝚝  𝚢𝚘𝚞  𝚘𝚞𝚝  𝚘𝚏  𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎. ” 

     @bendeir​   liked   the   starter   call.

     the      earthbender      doesn’t      even      move      in      response      to      the      harsh      words.                     she    merely    wiggles    her    toes    and    chuckles.           ❛           someone’s      a    bit    grumpy.    what,    running    away    from    your    problems    again    ?           ❜ 

he’s feeling a little worried about the match, nervous. bolin knows how important this is to mako, and how much the winnings can make a change for them. but, he’s apprehensive about the warnings from amon, still reeling from watching him take his old friend’s bending. ‘ are you sure we shouldn’t practice again? ‘ he scratches the back of his head. ‘ are you sure we’re ready? ‘ for the first time, he’s not completely pepped and ready. @bendeir​

                    𝙎𝙝𝙚   𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙨   𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝   𝙡𝙚𝙜𝙨   𝙘𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙   𝙣𝙞𝙢𝙗𝙡𝙮   𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧   𝙤𝙣𝙚   𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧   ,   a   strange   position   for   a   woman   of   her   age.   It’s   of   no   surprise   that   Ty   Lee   looks   younger   than   her   years   ,   time   seemed   to   take   less   of   a   toll   on   her.   Like   always   ,   she’s   quick   on   her   feet   ,   hopping   up   and   landing   with   the   grace   of   her   youth   at   the   sight   of   the   Avatar.   ❝   Korra   ,   ❞   His   name   sits   on   the   tip   of   her   tongue   –   Aang   ,   the   boy   who   disappeared   –   and   her   eyes   seem   to   search   for   him   in   the   girl   before   her.   But   Korra   is   not   her   predecessors   ,   and   the   bittersweet   thought   tugs   the   corners   of   her   lips   up   into   a   grin.   ❝   Well   ,   isn’t   today   just   full   of   surprises   !   ❞   She   doesn’t   explain   herself   any   further   and   instead   gestures   for   her   to   come   inside.   ❝   Care   for   some   spiced   tea   ?   What   a   horrible   host   I’d   be   if   I   left   the   Avatar   parched   !   ❞

your head tilts to the side, the corners of your lips turn slightly upward. it should break your heart, hearing korra say that she’d never felt it before, but all you can feel is happy that she DOES feel safe. she feels SAFE and that’s all you can care about. “ that makes me happy to hear. ” happier than she would probably ever know. 

     raava did not SLEEP, but her avatar did, and this time, it was a young girl from the southern water tribe. sometimes, raava forgets what cycle she is on, but the wintery landscape of the water tribes was easily IDENTIFIABLE. for a moment, raava considers letting the girl sleep -- KORRA -- but she could not. raava moves forward with her plan, tapping into the child’s consciousness. korra would only remember a distant dream when she woke, and raava preferred it that way. as soon as raava was able to make a CONNECTION, she spoke : “ KORRA. ”  

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