#the everthere

Nicky sat back, knowing better than to get involved. This gap in his knowledge, though…the way he had been helpless after Joe vanished, waiting on other people and their technology to find his husband, that felt like an ax hanging over his head.

He would learn, he promised himself. He might never be as naturally adept as Nile, but he could learn enough. The world was getting more complex, and would likely never get less so, so he had to make it a point not to get left behind.

“There’s video. Damn it.”

you and me on the rock 

Springtime, upstate, seven years later. Korra and Asami get married. 

or like any ideas on the proposal?? whomst would ask??

hi lol good question! now that u mention it maybe something this month since i remember headcanoning way back when that they'd get married in may 2022

yes i am! 5 wedding headcanons:

they get married in late spring, maybe 5-7 years after the fic, in their late twenties. as modern, functionally married women that were cohabiting before they ever got together, they only arrive at Matrimony as a cherry on top romantic indulgence. part of the catalyst is that they want to do it before naga passes

korra wears a dress like this with capped sleeves but in pale blue; asami wears quartzy blush like this in a more drapey cut. everything else is loosely coordinated around these 'baby colours', as korra calls them, but she trusts that asami's mood boards will bring it all together elegantly with some choice accents

korra's parents show up in stylish non-bridal blues to match her, in a corny way (and they bring the milfage/dilfage!!) they dote on asami a lot the whole day because they're so conscious that she can't share it with her own parents. they each escort one of the brides to the ceremony/vows

the gals go on a long pre-moon night drive the day before to cool off from the prep. asami gives korra a commemorative gift like an easy to style but actually expensive bracelet (also because asami knows korra probably won't wear the wedding ring in her regular life)

Don’t, Asami’s eyes warned, even on the approach. She was recoiled and rigid before Korra put her hands on her, right under the thick, loose neck of her pullover.

Once the initial shock had abated, she loosened considerably, probably because she knew that their positions would be switched only if Korra hadn’t just come in from the rain. She would be warm and Asami would be folding herself double to be enveloped in her warmth, making Korra hiss with her spindly, cool hands. Still, to be safe, Korra plied her with a generous amount of kisses to the neck, spluttering out hair with the unruffled discretion that had only come with practice.

“If you wanna be in this thing so much, why don’t you wear it yourself,” Asami grumbled in a perfunctory protest. Between the wool and the gentle swell of her stomach, Korra’s hand tingled with new warmth.

She pulled back, leaving it their only point of contact. “It would be ugly,” Korra said honestly, “if you weren’t wearing it.” She knew that Asami wouldn’t take that to heart, because she did not trust Korra’s judgments about fashion in the slightest. And it served to butter her up even more, because she swept her silky hair off her shoulder to make space for Korra, and shrugged down her neckline to make space for her hands.