i.m.p.u.r.i.t.y — Janae
Warning(s): dark ; AmonKorra with a dash of Stockholm ; mentions of death and/or graphic death scenes ; helpless!Korra and dark!Korra
Note: I am very pleased to say that I have returned. Hopefully my updates will be regular and non-spastic, as they normally are. I'll be the first to admit that I've been unable to write ATLA fics in the past and hope that I can adequately write for LoK, because apparently I write killer PJO stories.
Also, I have shamelessly claimed AmonKorra as my OTP for LoK. I know. It's non-canon and disgusting. Go ahead. Tell me. I regret nothing. Technology and the amazingness of Amon have changed my thoughts on the pairing. It is love. Enjoi.
P|r|e|f|a|c|e
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S|t|o|c|k|h|o|l|m—an emotional attachment to a captor formed by a hostage as a result of continuous stress, dependence, and a need to cooperate for survival
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There are many ways it might have happened—she would not have met him; he would not have been captivated; they would not have fallen into something-that-was-close-but-not-quite-lustful-love.
She could have arrived later in the year, as she was meant to. He could have let her arrive at Air Temple Island safely. She could have been more careful, not flaunted her polarbeardog and Water Tribe garb. He could have given up that poisonous dream long ago.
However, life was not so. They were both spirit-touched, and therefore bound by glorious purpose.