Hey, I just come up with this. It was originally a Makorra story but once my fingers hit the keyboard this just popped out. I have no idea how this came to be, but it did so enjoy. It's just a drabble, I couldn't bear to stretch it out longer and make it confusing and overthought.
Disclaimer: disclaimed.
(I've fallen in love with LoK, it's my bitch :P)
Her shallow breathing, the only thing she hears at night. She chases away the dreams that scared her awake, repeating to herself, they're just dreams, dreams can't hurt you. Slowly rising from her bed, she grabs her fur jacket that usually hangs from her waist, and wraps it around her, and walks out the door.
She quietly walked throughout the silent temple; she slipped past the Lotus guards and climbed up onto the flat roof above the hallway. Silently, she bounced across the roof, her feet lightly hitting the roof, not making a single sound. She rushed towards her sanctuary, the little alcove nestled neatly between a tree and the cliff.
Reaching the alcove, she slowed her pace and her tears that had been freely falling as she ran. She reached the alcove and sat down, bringing her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them.
The dream, still pulsing in her mind, incoherently flashed random moments of the dream vividly. She stopped crying, it would do her no good. She didn't even know why she was crying or why she had come out to the alcove (though she did so every night). The dreams had become a routine thing for her, when they would wake her up, drenched in her sweat and on the verge of frightened tears.
It was the same, Amon so precariously close to taking away her bending, her family and friends watching helplessly, wounded and broken, on the sidelines with satisfied grins on their faces. They were happy, happy that she was so close to losing her bending, her arrival only having accelerated their demise. And every time, she would wake as Amon reached for her head.
Every night, she snuck away to the alcove, surrounded by herself only, she fought the tears, tonight she left the tears fall.
She let the tears come; they dropped faster now, hitting her like little drops of truth. Everyone had someone to be there for them, Tenzin had Pema and vice versa, Bolin, Make and Asami had each other, the three of them having grown quite close. Lin was rarely in need of comfort but she had Tenzin, Korra, being the odd duckling with no one to turn to.
Korra knew she could go to Tenzin, but something stopped her every time, something she couldn't indentify.
Pride, a voice inside her head had whispered. She knew it was true, too proud to admit she was scared, she avoided confiding in Tenzin.
But sometimes, she wished her pride would allow her to do so, sometimes, she thought a bit bitterly, she really needed it. An example would tonight, alone she sat and cried, shaking away the dreams that stole sleep from her every night and had her looking over her shoulders everywhere she went.
Streaks of golden light started to seep above the horizon and she knew her time for sorrow and self- pity was up. She stood up and wiped her tears. She stood tall and brave, facing the city that was slowly waking up, ready to swallow her suffering and take the impact of what came her way.
Briskly, she walked back to temple, all evidence of her previous crying erased from her face in a matter of few seconds (a skill she had developed over the years). It was another day, she told herself, another day to face. You can do this and you will . . .
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