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(Source: dongbufeng, via korras-legacy)
Just a little reminder on something I’ve noticed happening more often lately.
He had sped through the water, using his waterbending as best as he could, pushing himself forth, past the remnants of the boat, and back to shore… from his side, blood trailed through the water as he shot through the dark water. Amon — or rather, Noatak, had been wounded from the explosion.
Fortunately enough, he and his brother had both been aboard long enough to get a good distance away from Republic City. By the time Tarrlok had attempted to kill them both with the explosion, their journey together had ended near the Southern Water Tribe, fortunately for Noatak.
Of course, the accomplished bloodbender had worn himself out from exerting so much energy… and then there was his wound to consider. He hadn’t gotten a chance to look at it, either, only remaining focused on escape, survival— on getting away from the boat and to land. But for all he knew, it could have been a gash deep enough to make him worry for his life.
He’d pushed further and further on, though, despite how strong he was and how well he’d been trained, his efforts were to little avail. His energy had been all but burned out, and Noatak was left drifting in the water, the current gradually pushing him towards shore before he finally was delivered onto shore, sprawled out, sopping wet, with the waves lapping at him as he tried to convince himself to get up.
But his consciousness was hardly present. It was difficult to force his eyes open, the repulsive taste of too much salt from the water still strong in his mouth, and before he could even realize it, everything had gone dark, leaving him to the fading sound of the water.
It didn’t take much to cause a stir in the South Pole. Perhaps a little more than it would have once upon a time, before the White Lotus had found a brave little Avatar girl, before they’d moved in to protect and manage every facet of her life. Perhaps when the pride and joy, the chieftain’s daughter, Katara of the Southern Tribe, hadn’t been a worldwide legend, the sole female combative waterbending master, bride of the last surviving airbender and Avatar in his own right.
But there were days it was just a quiet village, still.
The day that Noatak washed up on shore was one of those days. With the Avatar and her friends ‘recovering’ from their final ordeal, it was generally a frenzy of friendship, a storm of smiles, happiness all around and the crisp, clear ring of peace across the tundra and the water beyond. For a short time, at least, the world was okay without Korra fighting for its future.
Minutes, maybe an hour, and the girl herself was in the healer’s igloo to see the man who’d washed up on shore. She hadn’t found him; that was the honor of another, a fisherman cleaning his catch for the day for a feast that night around the tribe’s campfire. Master Katara had done her finest, and the unexpected visitor was now sleeping peacefully—or so Korra was told as she pushed the door open and pushed the curtain aside to see who it was that had somehow survived the arctic waters, so smiled upon by fortune and fate.
Only to recoil. Him! He’d made it here?!
Thankfully there was no one to see her expression, no one to hear that sharp intake. What should she do? Name him and condemn him to some worse fate at the end of her father’s spear—or a warrior like him? Pretend she didn’t recognize him here in the South? No…
If there was one thing Aang’s restoration had impressed upon her, it was those simple words of wisdom. At the lowest point. At the lowest point. What was this but Noatak’s lowest point of all?
So she sat. Quietly. Fists clenched in her lap, fingers finally eased to splay against her knees where she rubbed that damp feeling from them on the hem of her fur. She could do this. After what she’d been through, she was convinced she could do anything.
When, if, he woke up, she’d be ready.
Something fast before going to bed. Here we have Bolin on top for once XD
I don’t even know what I’m doing anymore, but I seem to have a thing for earthbenders
and for these two interacting between the sheets
What would you do if Amon kissed you? What if, in return for dating Amon, Amon would give everyone's bending back and never take away anyone's bending again?
She’d already answered the first question, but as to the rest—
“I don’t trust him, so I wouldn’t do it.”