she loves the sunlight. the warm golden glow bathes the crystal landscape in ethereal beauty. every surface shimmers with the power of a thousand suns.
it makes her feel warm. safe. alive.
{it never lasts long enough}
"as the avatar, korra, your duty is to the world; not to yourself."
his beard is gray and his eyes are dull and his monotone voice bleaches the color from the world.
her precious golden glow is hidden behind a towering wall of what was once her friend.
"i am the avatar, and you gotta deal with it!"
{sometimes she wishes those words never left her mouth}
naga is the one spot of white in the white that makes her life worthwhile.
seeing those black eyes light up with the power of a thousand suns keeps her happy. safe. alive.
she's been trapped in this gilded cage of ice and expectations for far too long, and as the sun goes down, the cold seeps into her bones.
{maybe it's time to break free}
she doesn't think twice about running away. the wind on her face, the snow in her hair, the freedom that envelops her in a warming caress - she wouldn't give it up for the world.
riding on naga's back she's flying, flying, flying, and nothing can bring her down.
there's a song in her heart and a fire in her eyes and she won't ever be taken back to her prison again.
{until, suddenly, she's falling, falling, falling}
the second time she escapes, she has the endorsement of katara. she gives an entire spiel about how it's time for her to take responsibility, but korra knows that it's really because she (and they) gave up.
so she takes naga and knows she's not coming back and runs away into the element of freedom.
{she isn't an airbender, yet}
[a/n] because, in all seriousness, who really needs capital letters?
Oh, Korra dear, your search for freedom is maddening. And yet so much fun to write about :) BRING ON BOOK TWO!
kat ❤