Disclaimer: I don't own The Legend of Korra or the song Belgium by Bowling for Soup.
Hello! Well, as you all probably know, the finale is coming up VERY SOON. And I just can't seem to calm my feels, and because I'm pretty sure we're gonna be seeing some pretty boy in the finale, I decided to write a nice little Tahnorra before we all die.
It's based on the song Belgium by Bowling for Soup (I prefer the acoustic version...) about a guy who misses his other half who is apparently in Belgium while he's somewhere that's not with her. So...yeah, here's the story! ^^
...
And now you're halfway round the world
And I'm just a day behind
Nothing seems to fill the hole
That I have since you left my side
You'll always be my little girl
Though I can't hold you tonight
And now you're halfway round the world
And I'm just a day behind
Belgium-Bowling for Soup
...
It feels as though I could just keep rolling and rolling and never fall off the bed.
These were the words Tahno woke up to at dead midnight. He blinked and propped himself up on an elbow before reaching out to where he knew his wife was supposed to be. He was quite awake when she wasn't there, his eyes wide, his heart pounding, his breath caught in his throat.
Then he calmed. It was all okay. Korra had left that morning to visit her family in the South Pole. Tahno had stayed behind to keep an eye on Naga and the house.
He wished he'd gone along. Sleeping in this bed all alone was just a slap in the face. It made him miss Korra ten times more than he already did, if that were even possible. The bed seemed so much smaller when Korra slept with him, giving optimal reasons for holding her. By himself, he was sure he would be suffocated by loneliness.
Tahno sat up again and ran his fingers through his hair before he threw off his covers and headed to the kitchen to get a glass of water. He knew she would be coming back in just a few days. He knew it. But this was becoming difficult. When he couldn't sleep, he couldn't sleep. Korra wasn't there to sit up with him. She wasn't there for him to watch her breathing until he was lulled back to sleep. She wasn't there for him to hold close to himself, so he knew she was always safe.
He felt almost as helpless as when he'd lost his bending, and he felt pathetic, but he couldn't help himself. That girl had done things to him, things that could never be undone. He would be like this the rest of his days with Korra. Though he didn't mind.
He just needed her back before he went mad. Because fearing that his bed was too large and might absorb him was definitely a sign of madness.
...
Yeah. I don't know. Only 338 words. It just kind of fell out of me and onto paper. Or word. Whichever you prefer.
Whatever.
On the bright side, 11 hours to Korra!