#ignitiongenius

    “𝓘’m sorry--” Opal began as she set down a tray that carried a teapot and a glass. “I could get you a cup... I didn’t know that you’d be stopping by.” She then smiles and stands up and turns back to the little kitchenette and then back to the dining hall. “-- that is if you want some tea. You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

grave suggestion ( accepting! )

                  Korra knew this was the INEVITABLE. She couldn’t keep pretending to be someone she wasn’t, even if that meant LOSING Asami’s trust. She saw it in the other’s expression –– shock, betrayal, DISGUST at the realization that Korra was not only a bender, but the Avatar: bender of three of the four elements. It wasn’t something Korra could deny any longer. The world had been denied their Avatar for so long ( too long ), and she couldn’t do it anymore. Denying this part of her to the world was SUFFOCATING, stifling. It couldn’t be done forever. Republic City needed her. Benders needed her. Innocent people needed her protection –– and that was what she needed to focus on now.

                                                                                                 The world needed her.

Even knowing she was doing the right thing, Asami’s words stung. Korra had let herself open up to Asami, telling PARTIAL TRUTHS with twisted sincerity. ( Still, it was more than she had offered anyone else. ) But that was over. The real truth was out, and Korra could see the immediate change it had over her friend. Now, instead of friends, they were ENEMIES. Bender and non-bender, pitted against one another for no other reason other than prejudice. And they could have gotten along SO WELL. ( Oh well. )

kiss meme from forever ago ( still accepting bc korra can use all the kisses tbh )

             💋 random kiss –> 💗 repetitive lip peck kiss. 

             “Asami,” Korra mumbled, in between kisses, back against the other’s bedroom wall. It’s not that she wasn’t feeling it, but there was so much they were risking by being together. TOO MUCH. Asami may have gotten over the fact that she’s the Avatar. She may be able to look past it –– She may actually not care about her title, and Korra may eventually believe that. BUT NOT NOW. 

The Equalist movement was too strong. Republic City had become a TOXIC WASTELAND to benders as soon as the city council fell –– A graveyard for the elements. Benders were taken to Amon everyday, by the truckload. There weren’t many left. Those that had survived this long lived in hiding, just like Korra, using fake names and non-bending friends to go unnoticed. Something about Asami’s kisses, Asami’s touches, Asami’s love –– it felt like a TRAP ( but oh, it felt so nice to be wanted again! )

shadow and bone ( accepting )

                 “I know,” Korra answered immediately. SHE DID KNOW. She knew what Asami risked for her –– for keeping her identity secret, for undermining her father and the Equalist movement, for being the only person Korra could confide in. It ALL put Asami at risk, and Korra HATED herself for it. She hated herself for needing Asami so much –– for needing her company, her comfort, her friendship. She NEEDED Asami. She needed her so she wouldn’t BREAK DOWN. Because Korra could feel it. She could feel the weight of keeping so many secrets beginning to wear on her. She could feel the weight of LONELINESS almost crushing her very being and the only thing keeping it from happening was Asami. SPIRITS, Korra needed her.

                    “ hello   -     i’m zuko. ” 

🌀  to find korra injured and alone after being beaten up || accepting.

                SHE HAD PROBABLY SEEN HER BENDING. She had probably seen her fighting the Red Lotus for her life. She had probably seen P’Li stream fire just to the left of Korra’s face, before spitting on her. She had probably heard P’Li’s last words to her before they left her bleeding in that alleyway in Republic City: “You’re worth nothing to us if you’re dead.” 

She probably knew that Korra was the LOST AVATAR.

But she couldn’t fixate on that right now. She couldn’t fixate on anything. She COULDN’T BREATHE ( or she could, but it didn’t feel like ENOUGH ) and her vision blurred near the edges. Shallow breaths huffed past pale lips, as her blue eyes finally focused on Asami at the opening of the alley. Just her tall frame sillouetted by the bright street lights, but it was enough for Korra to know who she was. Asami, the non-bending Equalist. Asami, who should HATE Korra’s very being because she is the Avatar. Asami, whose friendship she had built on lies and deceit. And now she knew Korra was a FRAUD.

To pin what seems off about the stranger is nearly impossible, but she follows the order without hesitation in her voice. Ling it is. At least what the other goes by.    ❝ Ling. ❞

  ❝ I haven’t forgotten who you are. You’re rather impressionable. ❞      Perhaps that’s simply the equalist’s word for it. Asami’s hand reaches      to the other; now seems as good as an for a proper introduction.

  ❝ Nice to see you again. ❞

           Korra’s mouth twitched up at the corners, her hand reaching for Asami’s. She had been more PARANOID than usual after learning Asami was the daughter of Hiroshi Sato, Amon’s secondhand man and a very powerful Equalist. If she knew who Korra was, Korra didn’t really know what would happen. Korra was a dangerous person to be, LOST & WANTED. Ling was safe. Ling was a nonbender. Ling didn’t like conflict, in fact, she RAN when conflict broke out. It was about self-preservation. It was about KEEPING HER SECRET, and keeping Korra down.

            “I’m a little surprised,” she answered, “I didn’t think you’d remember me, honestly.” Blue eyes dropped from the girl’s green gaze. It was hard looking in Asami’s eyes for too long, and Korra didn’t really know why. Her hand dropped to her side, fingers flexing against her leg.