Notes: Howrra! :D Ugh. So cute. Um, I'm not very happy with my first person abilities, so this might fail epically. This was not shown to a beta of any sort, for I don't have a beta for my Korra fics. Yet. . .

Disclaimer: I don't own Korra, and I sadly don't own Howl either. D:

Right Here Waiting

I'm still here. Did she know that's what I meant? Could she tell from my expression that I wouldn't be leaving my post? That she could come back to me whenever she had her fill of the outside world? I could see her asking me to come with her. She can read me as well as I can her.

How could I leave the South Pole? How could I leave the White Lotus? She had understood when I didn't climb down from my tower, and I could see the tenderness in her eyes before she urged Naga through the gate.

I'm not the Avatar. I don't get to explore the world and keep peace. I'm just a guy in a uniform in the South Pole. I do my job and I do it well. I'm a part of a unit.

I've been in this place for a number of years now, and this is where I'll be when Korra is ready to come back. When she masters the last element, takes care of the Equalist threat, or grows tired of Pro Bending. I'll be here.

I'll be here.

I'll remember the sound of her laughter and the warmth of her touch until then. I find myself sitting by the radio more and more, desperate to hear how her matches go. I miss her, but then how can I not? Korra's that kind of person.

I don't know what life in Republic City will bring for the young Avatar. Perhaps she will meet someone new—someone who doesn't have to hide a relationship. Maybe she'll defeat Amon before more benders suffer. Maybe she'll loose her powers.

I don't know what this Avatar that never gives up—this Avatar I love so much—will do in the next phase of her life, but I'll still be here for her.

Spirits, I pray she comes back.