Gluttony: Korra loves Water Tribe food, and not only because it tastes good.
Korra goes to Narook's, and stuffs herself with bowl after bowl of seaweed noodles. She finds comfort in them; she relishes the salty taste that reminds her of the ocean.
After she finishes her third bowl, the whispers begin. That's no surprise. She must look pretty pathetic, not to mention unladylike. She can feel eyes on her, the eyes of disgusted, judgmental people who wonder how such a small girl can eat so much.
After she finishes her fifth bowl, she wonders it herself – How did she, the incredible Avatar Korra, get reduced to gorging herself each day at a run-down noodle shop?
But even as she thinks this, she knows the answer.
The cheap, yet delicious noodles take her back to the Water Tribes; the taste of the noodles takes her home.
More importantly, they take her away from here.
When she eats these, she can forget about Republic City. She can forget about the stupid paparazzi that always looms over her shoulder, watching her every move. She can forget about Airbending training and the increasing feelings of failure she gets from it. She can forget about Tarrlok and his stupid task force. She can forget about the war, the Equalists, and Amon.
And most importantly, she can forget about him.
Mako.
The name reverberates in her mind, and she feels her stomach lurch.
And even as she loses her noodles, literally, she thinks bitterly to herself, Totally worth it.
A/N: Well, I thought I'd give this a try. I have at least an idea for what I'm going to do for the rest of them, some better than others. I anticipate for the future chapters to be a bit longer than this, but I'm not sure yet. Wrath is next, I think... tell me what you think!