He's everything she's not and maybe that's why he's so intriguing.
Because Bolin seems cheerful, benevolent, without a care in the world. He seems enigmatic. And because he's everything she's not, of course, of course she falls for him. Because maybe it's just Jinora, but she admires him- his rainy smile and plethora eyes. How he moves with such stealth and speed, such unforced enigma. And as she sees him walking with his stealthy prance to his step towards Air Temple Island with the rest of them, she can't help but wish herself away. Because he's a fabricated god all burly arms and curly hair with that damned gaze of plentiful leaves and spirits, Jinora, get over yourself. Her sister prefers the pristine eyebrowed, recondite Mako with his straight nose and lean figure. They all prefer Mako: Asami, Korra, Ikki and even Pema. But that's okay, because it means that no one's ever going to steal Bolin from her. And sure, sure she's ten but there's no age in love; is there?
Right?
Right?
And Jinora resolves to the garden, legs crossed in meditating condition and mythology book spread eagle before her. She doubts that everything will go smoothly when around Bolin, so instead she resides into attracting as little attention. Because if it's anything, she just can't trust herself around this pro-bending boy. And that scares her slightly. And sure, she's ten but come to think of it, Jinora's probably smarter than Korra, Asami and all of Bolin's past girlfriends put together. And well at ten you're not really meant to know how love feels like but Jinora isn't just some ten year old. She's ten and a half. Her mother whispers words like 'crush' and 'infatuation' into her prim ear and yet with arrogance, Jinora just smirks. Because whether it be love or whatever, facts are facts and the fact is, within a few hours of meeting this earthbender, Jinora's certain that she's in love. Or something like that anyway.
Out of the three kids, he likes the eldest the best. Maybe because shes just so mature and smart and responsible and wise. And with wisdom comes knowledge and with knowledge comes power and power is a pretty cool thing. But that's not the point. It's not like Meelo and Ikki aren't likeable because they are, in fact they're probably some of the funniest kids around but Jinora's just so different. But in a good way. He smiles good naturedly at the airbending kids and plays little games with Meelo and allows Ikki to braid his hair but all this time, he glances at Jinora in the shadows, prowling with feisty words upon her petty tongue. And sure, she's ten. But she's the most senile ten year old that he's ever met. But well, Bolin's sixteen and to be honest there's so much more out there for him- pretty women with big tits and curling hair, money and drinks and fun and adrenaline. Things that don't coherent preteens.
"You know she's a smart kid." Mako mutters from his bed as he watches Bolin. He knows his brother too well, even better than Bolin knows himself.
"Don't listen to Korra's stupid rumours, she's just got it messed up. Jinora doesn't like me, I don't like her. And it's going to stay that way."
Wrong.
She's a councilman's daughter all prim and proper and faultless with linear teeth and foreboding eyes and sleek skin. She's all innocence and tranquility, a drop of platinum in the ocean. An airbender, free flowing. Her philosophy remains pure, intact with grace and serenity. He's an earthbender, subtle and strong. Bolin knows, because he's an earthbender, he knows that what he wants, he gets. And what he says, is indeed true. And what Bolin says, is that there's nothing going on with him and Jinora. Because like he said, she's ten and he's sixteen and that's a bit messed up. His mind is strong, and no ten year old can change that. But sometimes its hard, watching his boycott of a brother handle lady from lady. Sure, Bolin's keen on the eyes, he's charming and strong and humorous but he never gets those girls. Those real girls. Like Korra or Asami. And sure, his crush on the waterbender has by now surpassed but it'd be nice for a decent lady to like him for once and not his brother. It's the eyebrows. It must be the eyebrows. And as he watches his brother lope Korra around his arm whilst shattered-glass-heart Asami turns her head into the distance, he can't help but feel jealous. Because there's no girl in the world that cherishes him more than they do for Mako. He's second guess, second choice, the rebound.
"Don't worry, he's not that great."
Bolin's startled and he stares at the young airbender besides him, watching the same scenario. He's speechless and she's being a selective mute, her hazel eyes instead tracing to his, staring intact. His own green orbs are widened, some form of shock etched recklessly upon his features.
"Besides, his eyebrows are weird."