An updated and very different Anahata. Uhm. There’s some Korrasami in this, and mentionings of Makkorra…I know it’s an Amorra fic but I’ve been building it up to a certain point, if you’ve started to understand the chapter titles. Putting it up here first because FF.net got all weird after I deleted the old chapter. Also, trigger warning, rape is mentioned. multiple times. if you aren’t already following Smirk, here’s the link, just heed the trigger warnings ok?
This is it?
Amon wouldn’t just let me die…
He said he wouldn’t…
He said he was saving me for last…
This time when Korra looked up, Amon was not there. He had retreated into the darkness of the zeppelin and left her falling. For some reason, his absence was not comforting- the opposite, in fact.
The aircraft was growing smaller, and the force of gravity weighed heavy on the Avatar’s body.
Korra was going to die.
“Grab my hand!”
His calculations were as accurate as always. Just as things were looking dire for the Avatar, Lin swooped in and snatched her from her deadly decline, Korra clinging to the older woman for dear life. They crashed into the stands, near where Mako and Bolin now stood nervously. Both brothers immediately crushed Korra in their arms, and Korra allowed herself to melt into the momentary comfort of the embrace of her two dearest friends. Their embrace was so caring it almost hurt. Why did she feel so sad?
As shards of the glass ceiling crumbled into the water below and waterbending officials (how nice of Tarrlok to show up after everything went to shit) extinguished the fires, the three of them sat like that. Korra spared a glance at Bolin’s face- he was crying silently.
“What are we going to do now?” he murmured.
Korra was too emotionally and physically drained to respond. She wanted to say they could stay with her on Air-temple island, but she was just too beat to make that kind of commitment. She’d come back tomorrow, perhaps, when she had Tenzin’s permission- there he was now, striding towards them with great theatrical appeal, probably due to the fact that Tenzin always airbended unintentionally when he was upset, and it always whipped his loose, vibrant garments around dramatically.
“Korra,” he said, helping her to her feet. “Korra, are you OK?”
“He got away again,” Korra said with emotionless disappointment. Lin was leading the brothers off towards the undamaged part of the building where they slept.
“That’s not the point, Korra, are you ok?”
Korra looked at Tenzin. Really looked at him.
“He didn’t take my bending away-“
“That’s not what I mean, Korra. I don’t want to know if the Avatar is ok. I want to know if you’re ok.”
Oh man! I really like this! I love how you added Korra’s talk with Tenzin in. And all the interaction she had with Asami. I loved it. They really seemed to click and it was adorable and also kind of heartwrenching when things got a little more serious.
I love how you’re incorporating the chakras, too. The letting go bit was excellent. :D
Will Korra eventually confide in Asami? I kind of hope so. I also imagine once Asami finds out about the kiss Korra and Mako shared, and about Korra liking Mako, that she will react a little differently in your fic, lol.
I also imagine Tenzin will freak out with his new knowledge…like, I feel like he might try to prevent Korra from trying to fight against the equalists or something. Or be very upset about it. Trying to shield her after the fact or something.
I really love this!