Descriptions: Kya was like a leaf in the air. Free. And Lin would never be enough for her.
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Edit: I'm so so sorry. I don't know what's happening with FF. It puts a code, maybe because I copy&paste from Notes. I dont know why. Sorry for that.
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Maybe she was not enough. Maybe she couldn't give her the life she wanted. When Kya came to her apartment with a small suitcase full of clothes and trail of tears eyes, she was certain she wasn't.
She opened the door completely, letting her girlfriend enter to the little place. Since her mother went looking for Suyin to Gaoling, she had decided to have her own home. Their home.
Truth to be told, she was grateful to have left all the bad memories elsewhere.
Kya was released to the couch, leaving the suitcase near the tea table. Her face wrinkled, almost controlling the tears that fall on a careless again. And Lin wouldn't be surprised if she did. Not while Kya remained a sentimental sappy.
"What happened?" she asked, sitting next to the waterbender.
Her heart sped up significantly. Lin could feel it with her seismic sense. Kya hands dug into her face, covering the trail of tears still running down her chin.
"I told them I would go. Dad took it well, but not her."
Lin's brow furrowed slightly, something typical of her.
"Go? Where?"
"Far from Republic City."
Lin's breath stirred, and his eyes completely clouded. Her hands, full of fine scars, began to tremble slightly, until Kya squeezed hers. Lin's hands were feminine, but its texture was hard as a rock, a bit callous. But what fascinated her most were the thin white scars that seemed to glow.
She loved caressing her hands. It was even more pleasurable than kissing her. With the tips of her fingers made circles and lines on her hands, enjoying its texture.
"You can come with me," Kya suggested with a smile. Her blue eyes glittered with sparkle, alert to any timely response. "We can start a life outside of here. Without your mom or my parents."
Her eyes squeezed tightly, and her breathing was still agitated. She was not enough.
"I can not." She replied firmly. "I have a duty to the force, Kya. You know that."
Kya chuckled, but in fact it sounded like a snort.
"You're not blind like your mother, Lin. You know that she doesn't like the kind of life you're taking."
The hands grip blurted, and calm woman she used to be turned into a wild beast. Lin understood it, a little.
"And what kind of life am I taking?" She asked calmly.
"The life of a bitter and lonely woman."
Kya stood abruptly, awkwardly grabbed her bag and walked toward the oak door. Standing in front of the door, she pressed her forehead against it, muttering something that Lin couldn't hear.
Then she left, and Lin didn't stop her. Perhaps the truth of her words. And perhaps because she would never be enough.