Neighborly: Chapter 2 (A SessKag fanfic)
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A few light ‘taps’ took her attention away from the half-eaten bagel that rested on the kitchen table, just in front of the newspaper-wrapped stack of plates and saucers. The woman lifted her face from her palm and turned towards the noise. It was so faint that, for a moment, she fancied it a creation of her still groggy mind. But still she waited patiently with ears trained on the direction of the front door, and surely enough the faint knocks sounded again, a little louder than at first. Rising at the signal, she tried to compile a list of anyone who would have a reason to call on her this early, but she could not come up with a single name as she padded barefoot to the large, white door.
Rin could hear the footsteps as soon as the lady had left the kitchen and awaited the telltale jiggling of the doorknob. She was absolutely bursting with excitement, smiling ear to ear. ‘Okay, okay
Neighborly: Chapter 1 (A SessKag fanfic)
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Her father had told her not to stare, but you can’t just stamp out a child’s curiosity so easily. Away from his sight, she watched large cardboard boxes dance by over denim-clad legs from her bedroom window. The men all seemed to be from the moving company, but her father had sent her away from the front yard before she got a chance to spot the occupants that would be her new neighbors. She wondered if there would be children her age to play with. She hoped they would not be old grumps like Mr. Takeda down the street, or worse yet, cheek-pinchers like his wife. Rubbing her once-abused cheek at the thought, the girl resumed her watch. Maybe she could glean some information from the type of belongings this new person had. She took careful note of the objects the three men were carrying. Two bookshelves had gone by with boxes to fill them judging from the names on the boxes, there was a pretty wooden desk, several boxes of n
Out of Control - Part 1"I'm sorry I'm late!" Korra rushed into the gym, strapping the last of her protective gear on her forearm. Her two teammates were currently working on some strength training. Bolin was doing push-ups, counting out in grunts. Mako paused his lunges, stood, and glared. She knew he was going to be mad at her. He was always mad at her these days.
"You're beyond late. We only have ten minutes of practice time left," he said, gesturing at the gym's clock. She couldn't dispute this. She was late to practice. Again. At least she had an excuse. It was the usual excuse that she'd been using the past few weeks, but it was an excuse nonetheless. She put a hand on her hip.
"I was with Tenzin, okay? It's not my fault."
Ever since she had challenged Amon (and lost), Tenzin had been working her harder than ever. She spent hours upon hours practicing, training, studying, learning. A lot of these hours were spent alone. It was miserable, but she forced herself to do it. Nobody else had to know th
Kaleidoscope: YellowKorra had an audience today.
Mako and Asami sat close to each other, fingers laced together as they watched her bend. Bolin sat nearby, cheering her on with Pabu's assistance.
She whirled through the spinning gates with the kids, feet flying. All four were a blur of yellow as they matched the current of the air. The three children danced with the wind, airborne and free, grins on their faces. Even Korra had risen off the ground. Even Korra looked happy. All four of them matched in outfits and smiles.
It was strange seeing her airbend, seeing her light and carefree, even if it was for only a moment. With the weight of the world on her shoulders it took a lot of strength to smile. She was so strong, so brave, so selfless. Korra spun out with a gust of wind, and her lips curled up as she landed and bowed for her audience. She laughed as Bolin applauded her. Her grin was beautiful, and with the sun shining down on them, Korra truly glowed.
Asami squeezed Mako's hand. "Wow. She's amazing, i