I've been out of the Fan Fiction world for a long time, so I may sound weird and blah. I'm a rusty old writer! *sob*
Disclaimer: I do not own the Legend of Korra series. *sigh*
Amon is always watching.
Amon is always near.
He is the chill in the air.
The dark alleyway in Ba Sing Se.
The unknown depths of the waters in the Northern and Southern water tribes.
He. Is. Inescapable.
Korra quickly found this very fact out the night after her brush with danger. With her literal life flashing across her eyes. The night when Amon almost cleansed her of her "impurity".
"Impurity my Avatar-y butt."
Korra muttered angrily, flipping over in her feather bed what seemed the fiftieth time. She didn't want to admit that every time she closed her eyes, Amon's strangely bright blue eyes would appear.
The bright eyes that truly were ironic, considering he was a psychotic terrorist wrecking havoc on Republic city.
"Think of… of water tribe food!" She told herself.
Food, what she loved the most after her own mother Senna.
She pictured a piece of perfectly smoked fish and long, slurp ready noodles.
Korra felt herself easing off into sleep. Losing herself into thought and tiredness and dreams of water tribe food.
And smoked salmon and-
Eyes.
Wait, eyes? She thought to herself, confused as she had become absorbed in the imaginary meal.
But the image in front of her was unmistakable. Blue eyes on the other side of the table her feast resided on.
She jumped out of her bed rather quickly, heart pounding out of her chest, eyes bulged out of their own sockets.
"Amon." She whispered, slumping to the ground in half-anger, half-sleep depravedness.
"If your strategy is to run the Avatar ragged until she can't think straight anymore, you're winning."
Korra then tried to think of another pair of eyes. Eyes that could replace Amon's nightmarish ones.
Asami….? Weird.
Pema….? No.
Tenzin? Right.
Bolin? Nope.
Mako?
She inwardly decided to think of Mako's eyes, blushing softly, even in the dark.
Honey. Was the first word that came to mind when she thought of his eyes.
They were the color of auburn leaves, contrasted with flecks of gold that made them all the more amazing.
Eyes that one could get lost in.
Eyes that could somehow be calm and fierce at the exact same time.
Like…. Like when they fought, for instance.
And how they mirrored a sunset and its golden hues.
How calm and safe they made her feel.
Before Korra realized it, she was sound asleep like a baby penguin seal, snoring away. She was sprawled out on the wooden floor of her room in the Air Temple, and the cool temperature of the ground didn't seem to bother her all that much.
Mako snuck in and placed a blanket over her sleeping body anyway.