Chains
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The first month after her defeat, Kuvira received no visitors.
It was the thirty seventh day of her imprisonment. Kuvira had been keeping track. Thirty seven faint scratches were indented onto the left platinum wall, staring back at her like a hallow reminder. A reminder of how many days she'd been a true failure.
Suddenly, the door roared open. Sharp footsteps.
"You have a visitor."
The guard departed, and the avatar took his place.
She was concerned, that much Kuvira could tell. She eyed the cell as if she was mentally disapproving her living conditions and they way she was being treated like an animal.
Kuvira didn't want her pity. She didn't want anything from her. Weeks in the dark cell only fueled her rage. The avatar had everything and she had nothing. Just the sight of her being so healthy and righteous while she was rotting made her stomach churn.
The avatar only talked of politics. She talked about Suyin and the new elected officials of the Earth Kingdom. She seemed to ramble on because she knew they had nothing else to talk about if she went quiet.
Kuvira hated it. Hated her. She glared scornfully through the bars the entire time, wishing she could seize her throat and watch the life leave her eyes. She wanted nothing from that woman and she was happy when she departed.
The avatar returned two weeks later.
Kuvira was startled to say the least. After her cold response with their last meeting, she thought she had thoroughly scared the young avatar away. She could only gape in bewilderment as she approached her cell for the second time.
Kuvira demanded why she returned. The avatar only retorted that she wanted to help everyone.
They talked about Kuvira's living conditions the remainder of her visit. Every time the avatar asked her a question, Kuvira answered it thoughtfully.
The third visit came only eight days after the second.
By that time, the darkness of her cell had taken its toll. She stopped counting the days. She stopped wondering if the Beifongs would visit her. She only thought of her exchanges with Korra.
The avatar came through the bolted door and took her normal seat outside.
After that, things began to shift between them.
Kuvira began to watch her. Really watch her. While the avatar talked, she focused on the way her mouth moved and the way her hair would flutter when she turned her head too quickly. She watched her voice vary and her eyes fall to her lap when she talked about things that made her emotional.
Kuvira wanted to know more. She wanted to see the roots of what made her so intriguing, so beautiful yet so powerful and thoughtful. She wanted to know her- and only her.
That was the first time Kuvira wished she didn't have to go.
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