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#17: dark blue (Asami)
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He thinks she doesn't know that he doesn't love her anymore, but she does.
She's known for quite a while now, actually.
Specifically, she's known for one month, thirteen days, seven hours, thirty-nine minutes. And counting.
Time goes by too quickly when no one loves you.
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Have you ever been alone in a crowded room?
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"Korra looks really beautiful tonight."
Bolin raises one of his thick eyebrows at her circumspectly with a lopsided grin; Asami would have giggled if she saw it, but she is too busy looking at the Avatar wistfully. Bolin follows her line of sight and sighs, "Korra's always beautiful."
"You're saying that because you're her boyfriend," Asami jokes, almost tripping over as Bolin took a clumsy step forward. "For someone who stays light on their toes, you're not much of a dancer, are you, Bolin?"
"Not really," Bolin replies, laughing quietly. "And no, I've always thought she was the most beautiful girl in the whole world. Not that you're not beautiful, too, Asami! As Mako put it when he first described you to me, you're gorgeous."
Asami gives him a small smile. "Why, thank you, Bolin."
"You better get used to it. You're my sister now, after all."
Sister. Right, of course.
"I didn't really get the chance to congratulate you tonight, Asami," Bolin continues, attempting to lead their slow dance. "So, congratulations! I'm really excited to finally have you as my sister!"
Finally? So you were expecting this to eventually happen?
"Do you think Mako would feel the same?" Asami doesn't even know she asked that until Bolin gave a confused 'huh?' to her question. She wants to slap her forehead at how stupid she must have sounded, but Bolin has a firm yet comfortable grip on her hands and she's sure he's just waiting for her to expound on her question. "I mean, if—when you and Korra…you know."
"I don't know," he answers naïvely—but in an ever so cute manner that is very Bolin. "It took me a while to convince her to give me another chance, and I want to wait some more because I don't think she's ready yet."
"Why?"
Bolin gives her this look: you know why.
"I mean why do you do this to yourself?" she amends, and Asami is starting to realize that now is not the time for this conversation. Not on her wedding night, because he gives her another silent answer, one that she should have expected from him anyway: the same reason you do this to yourself.
"Because I love her," Bolin declares with enough confidence in his voice for him not to waver. Asami can almost hear what he's thinking: and you love him.
They fall into an awkward silence, and for the beats to follow, they speak with their eyes—green meeting green, green understanding green.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, too.
Does she still love him?
I think she does.
I know he loves her, too.
When the song ends, Bolin asks her, "We're both crazy, aren't we?"
Asami nods silently in response and tucks her head under his chin as he embraces her—a comforting gesture he's done only once before, when he told her about their kiss and about how he believes his brother still has feelings for his own girlfriend.
"That's love, apparently."
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Tonight's a perfect shade of dark blue.
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It's around nine o'clock when Asami retires from the dance floor and sits on the loveseat on the small stage. Mako soon follows her and takes the small space beside her—his wife—and takes her into his arms. She doesn't resist because she's too tired, and she leans on his chest, calming herself by listening to his heartbeat.
He's the first to speak. "We're married."
She glances at the ring on her finger—reassures herself that indeed they are, and replies, "I love you."
"I love you, too."
But Asami peeks up and sees the dark blue of Korra's dress in his eyes, and—no, you don't.