Happy New Year everybody! Guess who spent the last days rewatching the whole thing? Yeah, I don't have a social life anymore. Actually, now that LOK is over I don't even have a life...

Always wanted to write about Kuvira again, but finals took over my life and I never found free time to even think about what to write. Well, now that I have the time and the proper inspiration I think I worked something out. It's short and simple, but i kind of like it, so I'm posting it without even trying to make it longer, since I'm also writing something about Korra... Should have posted it last week, but I thought that 'Make My Sister Watch The Whole Thing' was a mission far more important. This one takes place of when Kuvira was being taken to prison, you decide the proper time. And English is not my first language, so mistakes are expected. Feel free to tell me and I'll be happy to correct them.

Baavira? Who said I enjoy such a sick ship like Baavira?

And so your eyes starts running,
But your face looks cold
Cause it's just cold when it's not right
And it's a heartache that you never could satisfy
It's just cold with frozen kisses and a breath of ice
It's just cold when it's not right.
Is this a goodbye?

Blindside - Cold

When they first see each other they don't say a word.
The former lovers only stare into each other's eyes, surrounded by the destruction they brought upon themselves.

Her hair is messy and she looks like a ragged doll, but she's still unshakable. She's the conqueror, she's the dictator, she's The Great Uniter. Her eyes says she has no regrets.

He is tired and hurt by debris from when she fired a weapon at him without hesitation, but now he looks cold and detached. He's the man who trusted his life and got nothing back, he's the man who was betrayed and double-crossed, he's the one who got left behind. His eyes says he has no forgiveness.

They only stare at the other for what it seems like centuries.
But it isn't more than one minute.

Then she closes her eyes and sighs, and when she looks at him again she's just a girl. She's the girl who used to be around while he grew up, she's the girl who used to swirl and spring and dance in his mother's plays, she's the girl who would smile at him whenever he told her his ideas and his frustrations.

She's just a girl.

"I'm sorry", she says. And it doesn't feel right that her voice sounds so fragile and that her eyes seem so lost.

Then his expression softens, and when he looks at her he's just a boy. He's the boy who used to sigh in frustration when he was underrated by his own family, he's the boy who would always have an answer to any question she asked him, he's a dreamer that still doesn't know anything about the world.

He's just a boy.

He's a boy that once met a girl, and then they dreamed about conquering the world.
They were just kids who dared to dream, he more than her.

"I'm sorry too.", he whispers.