So it's pretty much exactly how it sounds. A bunch of short Korrasami drabbles. Suggestions are more than welcome. Reviews feed my soul.
Acceptance.
Asami knew Mako was a lost cause. No matter what she did, he'd always go back to Korra. She was just too important to him, and Asami didn't understand why.
Korra this, Korra that. Asami knows that Korra's the Avatar, but what did she have beyond that? It's not like Asami had a problem with Korra, she seemed nice enough.
Really, though, the only satisfaction Asami had was that Korra had decided she was done with all of Mako's ferretshit too.
They were both too good for him. Korra was so strong and brave. She was such a fighter, and she never, ever gave up. And she was just so innocent sometimes, it was kind of cute. Her isolation hadn't done much to teach her how to act around people, and her bluntness was refreshing compared to the constant diplomacy Asami was raised around, dealing with investors and business owners.
And, Asami had to admit, Korra was quite beautiful in a tribal sort of way. Despite refusing makeup or any sort of fancy clothing ("Clothing is for warmth, nothing more," Korra would insist every time Asami would even hint and changing her wardrobe, just a little.), Korra radiated natural beauty.
Asami would often catch herself thinking about the Avatar, and just how much more desirable she was compared to Mako, how much more she had to offer. The thought of her made her heart pick up its pace. And she didn't fully understand why, until the conclusion came to her one night while she was alone.
She thought about how much she adored being around her, and marveled at how their friendship had grown despite all the complications had plague them. She thought about how much she just admired Korra, when it hit her.
She was quite taken with Korra.
More than she should've been.
It wasn't right, and she knew she could never, ever say a word.
But maybe, she could accept it.