Title: Not One Word
Word Count: 524
Summary: [They don't say anything about it after that. Not one word. | Korra. Bolin. Borra(ish). Post Ep. 4]
Rating: K+
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With Korra out of Tarrlok's Taskforce, the team finally had the chance to get to the gym for some well-needed drills. It had been a long day of practice, and Korra and Bolin drudge their tired feet up the ladder of the brother's attic home. Mako had left them at the gym, gone out to get something for them to eat.
"Man, I'm beat." Korra says as she flops back on the couch, sprawling her arms out to her sides. Bolin stretches his arms behind his back before taking a seat near her.
"Me too." He says, placing his arms on the back of the couch, his feet on the table set in front of them. He stares at the ceiling, and then, looks to the side, beyond Korra.
Bolin points out the window. "Beautiful night."
"Yeah, it is." She replies, glancing out to the bay. It is beautiful; the moonlight washing over the lapping waves and the sight of people on the distant docks, strolling in the calm weather.
Korra thinks that the brothers are lucky to have a view like this, so clear and high above everything. It's perfect. She scans all around the room, looking out each and every window around them. To the city, the airships in the sky and the lights all scattered and woven among them all. Then she makes it back toward the bay and sees it; the tall statue on the horizon of the water, barely visible, it's so far away.
She can't help but remember the events that unfolded there, the dark and shadow and the glowing red eyes. The pale glow of a mask lit by lantern-light and the feeling of a hand pressed hard and firm on her chin. She nearly shutters at the thought and turns away from the windows, instead taking her view to the floor. She hopes Bolin doesn't notice, but luck hasn't exactly been on her side lately and he leans off the back of the couch toward her.
"Something wrong?" he asks. Her hands grip on the edges of the couch and she shrugs.
"It's nothing, something stupid." She hopes he'll drop the conversation, but instead he scoots across the cushions to be closer to her.
"Come Korra, you can tell me." He says, and puts a hand on her shoulder but she moves away, wrapping her arms in front of her.
"It's nothing, Bolin. Just leave it." She mutters and she can feel his weight shift on the seat as he reels back, hurt and confused.
He was only trying to help, she shouldn't be so cold. But there are sometimes she has to figure out for herself, she doesn't want to get them involved in this. Korra lifts her legs up on the couch and turns her back to Bolin, staring blankly at the skyline of the city.
They don't say anything more after that, not even when Mako arrives with a bag full of food and questions on why they're being so quiet. Korra brushes it off as tiredness and Bolin nods in agreement.
They don't say anything about it after that. Not one word.
:Fin:
Well, this sucks. It's my first attempt at a Borra fic, and it took a huge turn on how this was supposed to go. (It was supposed to be happy and funny and guh- I ruined it with serious stuff DX) Oh well. I just really needed to write something… Sorry. :/