Unbound Affections
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After Dinner
The girls don't have an idea where the tradition started, but when dinner rolls around and concludes both are anxious to go outside and take Naga for a walk around the island. It began, vaguely to them, after the Krew returned to Republic City for the aftermath of the revolution needed attention of the Avatar and her teammates. Asami acquired a room at the Air Temple, desiring not to return to the Sato manor for two reasons. One was the impeding trial Hiroshi Sato faced so, the police force was gathering physical evidence to seal the inventor's fate. And second, though it was a treasured home filled with memories and love, the heiress had a difficult time walking down the halls, knowing that her father once did the same. It was just too soon with the simmering face of her father's rage and deception still fresh in her mind.
Tenzin gladly welcomed Asami to the island, informing her that she could stay as long as she liked and had the freedom to come and go as she pleased. The routine of the island tailored quickly to her as she spent her mornings doing her chores and her evenings relaxing and gallivanting around the city.
Yet still, even though she quickly grew fond of the life of the island, she still had the nagging feeling of disposition among them; like she was wearing a mask in front of friends and extended family. After dinner—before assisting Korra with walking Naga—Asami would usually trek back to her living space and spend the rest of the night alone, contemplating on her belonging. No one seemed to take notice of her absence, she thought, because there was no need to notice an outcast.
Nevertheless, Korra did detect something amiss with the older girl.
Even though, neither girl could remember exactly how they became walk buddies, they both knew that it came after Asami confided in Korra about her worries of acceptance. The younger girl listened intently, as the heiress stated her woos to her. Korra didn't feel pity for Asami, because that is not what she needed, what the heiress needed was understanding and sympathy. And Korra, who knew more about ostracization than any other person upon the minuscule island, could definitely empathize with Asami.
"I was in isolation all my life from the time I was 5 until I finally ran away from the compound. During the time there, however, I had no friends—acquaintances yes, I had to have some social interaction. But I always knew that people looked at me differently, treated me differently because of what I am, not who I am. And for a time I was so confused and angry. . . I was alone in place full of people."
Asami knew then, that after all this time there was a person, a friend, who knew how she felt. There was finally a being who can sympathize and empathize with her plagues and her fears.
And that was the tentative start of the custom. Korra didn't need to offer Asami to come with . . . it just happened. Perhaps that was a good thing not to be proffered, not be taken pity on because of her sorrows. Korra just knew that the heiress wouldn't allow that, simply because Korra wouldn't want that her own self.
The duo would circle around the entire island, sometimes on Naga and sometimes walking next to the polar bear-dog. They would converse about insensible things about anything and everything, irrelevant and meek compared to major topics. Yet to them it was escape from the pressures of society, a way of excusable juvenility and liberation. To Korra it was a passage to elude the pressings of expectations from the world and the jaded city. And to Asami, the walks were a manner of forgetting her name, her polished upbringing; most importantly a path to ignore the prejudice mummers of high-rankers who can't get past her surname.
As time passed, the ritual slowly drifted from an amicable pursuit to almost an endearing and romantic experience.
Which was absurd! Asami thought after one night, lying in bed staring at the pasty ceiling. How could something so innocent become so . . . baffling? It made no sense to the heiress.
However as the weeks progressed, Asami couldn't help but think of the little outings as nothing less than amorous. Her mind, usually so analytical and clear minded, were now being muddled constantly by a certain aqua-eyed Avatar. How her dark wolf tails swayed when she walked or how her strong shoulders relaxed when behind the reins of Naga.
The heiress growled and rolled over, trying to clear her brain of all things Korra related.
Nevertheless, Asami's mind never yielded to her own pleas of clarity, and as if the spirits weren't torturing the raven-haired teen enough, the thoughts seemed to worsen as she resisted. Her mind wandered back to that night's previous walk.
She reminisced how she climbed onto Naga's back with the helping hand of the Avatar and remembered the jolt of electricity that passed through as their skin connected. Then Korra climbed on, setting herself in front of the heiress, then nudging the polar bear-dog's sides. As they circled around the island, the air grew colder and Asami wrapped her arms around herself. The Avatar probably didn't realize the change in temperature, since she practically grew up in the arctic.
Asami normally kept her distance when she rode behind Korra, making sure she could steer decently and efficiently. However, as the temperature decreased so did Asami's will not to move closer to the driver. Deciding that she would rather take the chance of being kicked off Naga than getting frostbite, the heiress inched further up the saddle to where she was a mere inch away from touching Korra. Feeling the body heat radiate off the younger girl, Asami tried to fight off the instinct of rubbing onto the girl as the warmth was very alluring.
Because Korra didn't seem to notice her position change Asami grew bolder and slid closer, so that her legs barely brushed the Avatar's outer thighs. Yet when Naga came to a sudden halt, Asami immediately berated herself for being so cold-natured.
Korra lifted her body up slightly almost like she was about to leap off the animal whilst Asami bit her lip for anticipation of the worst. But it never came. The pelt that was wrapped around the Avatar's waist was loosened and taken off. Turning, Korra shook the animal fur out and faced the heiress.
"I don't want to bring you back to the temple as an ice block, now do I?" The other girl stated, draping the pelt over Asami's shoulders.
Pulling the skin tighter around her shoulders, the heiress replied, "Thanks."
Korra grinned, "Don't mention it."
They continued down the trail, nearing the end of the walk, and as they approached Asami couldn't help but feel a little dismayed as she realized the closeness would soon terminate. Chewing her lip, the older girl made a straightaway decision, and leaned forward.
She rested her head on Korra's firm back, and basically basked in the warmth that the Avatar produced. Even though the pelt was quite warm, it couldn't compare to the heat Asami now found solace in. She scooted nearer completely connecting with the younger girl from behind while suppressing a sigh of contentment and felicity. If she could, she would most definitely not want to remove herself from the Avatar, but it was only a desire . . . not reality.
During the rest of the ride, neither Asami nor Korra said a single word.
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