Here's the first of a series of drabbles – I meant to write a longer fic, but I've yet to find inspiration to write something longer so I will continue to write drabbles until I strike gold.
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Water. He could feel it slip above his hands, freeze with his heart, steam with his anger. Life, that's what water was, his life. It flowed within him. He clenched his hands against his head – maybe to feel the pulse from his wrist, an ever-present sign that water flowed within him, maybe to knock out all the pain. Regardless, there was nothing, nothing, that compared to the connection he once had to his life. His water. Nothing.
But then there was the soft caress that ran over his hair, soothing and fluid. It calmed him in ways he could not explain – so foreign and familiar at the same time. Unclenching his hands, steadying his racing heart, he could hear the whisper. Open your eyes.
A deep breath.
An ocean.
A century.
Soft and blue, passionate and intense, strong and caring, they were everything he remembered. They were the gentle trickle of his first bending movements; they were the fierce crash of him at the arena. They guided, supported, and cared for him – and he, in return, would never let them slip away again.
They were Korra's, the Uh-vatar's, eyes.
They were water.
His life, his love, his bending.
And as he realized this, with a gentle kiss, he vowed to never let it go again.