#fearbend.

korra tugs loosely on the restraints, her arms forcibly outstretched by the chains they've put her in. she might have been uneasy were they made of platinum and impossible to metalbend, but no one here knows to take so many precautions with her. not yet. ❛ you are losing my interest, and that’s very dangerous. ❜ @fearbend says and korra smirks down at her, her lips curving into a bemused smile.

" you wanna know how i did it, don't you ? how i can bend more than one element. " azula is young. they all are. it's the one thing that's stood out to korra since xaishu sent her back in time. she'd always known how young aang and the others were, but it's impossible to ignore it when it's staring back at her. " i feel bad for you, y'know. having to deal with all of this, trying to prove yourself. believe it or not, i sorta know how it feels. "

the question sits in the air between them for a moment too long,   zuko staring at her as if the silence may answer the question for him.   it never does,   leaving him to awkwardly flex and un-flex his hands,   searching for some form of an acceptable answer.   he still hasn’t grown accustomed to this,   to speaking with his sister on matters that are unrelated to wars and the avatar,   much less all the ways they’d been slighted by their parents before them,   hurt in irreparable ways.

❛ there’s nothing wrong with you.   i mean there is but,   ❜   great start zuko !   that’s going to go over so well with her !   ❛   that’s not what i mean — i just   …   there’s stuff that’s wrong with me too so it’s not   …   ❜   he wasn’t making this any better.   zuko takes a deep breath,   ❛   you just wanted to make father proud.   it’s all either of us wanted.   he exploited that.   sometimes we do the things we believe are right,   only to learn that they’re not right,   at all.   uncle taught me that.   ❜