AN: Well, this was unexpected. At 1: 36 in the morning, inspiration struck, and this is what came out. Anyways, sorry for the angst, but I hope you like it. Please read and review!
Disclaimer: I don't own LoK.
It's forbidden- this little dance of theirs. They fell in love long ago, but were kept apart by the earth and sun and stars. The water and fire separate them, holding the lovers apart for eternity. On this one night, the heavens turn away, and the earth rejoices, for the two can finally meet.
They keep quiet, knowing that this time together should be peaceful, untainted by thoughts of others. They are consumed by each other, lost in love and happiness and despair. They do not want this to go away, but she is the Avatar and he is an idiot.
He was forced into a marriage, unwilling and hated and despised, although he must pretend to love and love and love. For the good of the world, she told him. I am the world, so for my good. He loved her, but a marriage of nonbender and bender, privileged and unprivileged, Mako and Asami, would be good for everyone else, and that is what he must do.
She never married. Choosing between nonbender and bender, earth and fire and water (air would be too gross- she is Aang after all), love or hate, would kill her. And anyways, she made her choice years ago, decades ago, eons ago. She chose him, a poor firebending street rat from the junction of all four nations. But she can't have him, so she can't have anyone.
They meet once in a while, on the pretense of Avatar duties and councilman duties and friendship. They hide from Asami and the world their feelings and what happens. No one needs to know how she loves him, away from the judging eyes of the world. No one needs to be aware of how he always chooses her, always, except for the one time that mattered. Even then, she forced him.
This night is awaited and celebrated and longed for and detested. They want it all, but not only I one night. They want love and completion and perfection and each other, but they can't have it. It's all fake, except for the fact that it's not. He's kept away by a false union, and she's kept away by the world.
The morning brings nothing but depression and anger and pain. They cry and claw at each other and whisper promises of love and forever and soon. They leave with heavy hearts and a hole suspiciously close to the left side of their chest. They miss each other, even while gazing into the other's eyes. No one must know of this escapade, of this love. No one must hear about the words they murmur, and the touches they exchange. No one must see the longing and love and hurt when they glance upon each other. No one can find out.
It kills them. The sun and the moon and the stars and the earth and the heavens and the fire and the water all return with a vengeance, thrusting them apart. They wait and hover and yearn for that next night. That next time when all cares must be forgotten and they can just be Mako and Korra, yin and yang, water and fire, the Avatar and her idiot.
It never comes.