-Jose
Title: In Your Most Frail Gesture
Rating: K
Notes: Several people have mentioned that the very end of Episode Seven, following Korra’s conversation with Mako, would have been a prime Bolin/Korra moment. And I thought, “Well, they’re right.” So here you go.
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. The poem excerpts are by e.e cummings.
…
somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silence
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too nearKorra doesn’t even notice him until he’s standing right beside her.
Granted, his footsteps are so light that she probably wouldn’t have heard him coming anyway: the throttling roar of the airship’s engine expands inside her chest and ears. She is trying a bit too hard to eavesdrop on the conversation between Tenzin and Bei Fong. She is trying even harder to close out the sound of Asami’s quiet sobs, and this should be easy given that a red scarf muffles them. She is keeping one hand pressed against a window, watching condensation bloom beneath her fingers, because the glass is cold and hard and flat and somehow reassuring in its objectivity.
Which might be why the added weight of Bolin’s hand on her shoulder pretty much scares Korra spitless.
She starts as violently as if the touch has burned her. He leaps back, eyes wide and arms up in a gesture of surrender. The action sends Pabu toppling from his usual perch with a squeal.
“Whoa, sorry!” he says in a hoarse whisper. “I probably should’ve said something first.”
Now a pulse throbs in her palm where it rests on the glass. Korra lifts her hand away, noting the almost perfect outline left behind. A long sigh sags out of her; it turns to ice and fogs the whole window, erasing both her reflection and her view of the city below along with the handprint.
She looks over at Bolin. About a pace of distance separates them.
“Don’t worry. It’s not like I was actually planning to do anything important with those years of my life.”
He laughs, but a blotchy flush spreads up his broad, square cheeks all the way to his ears.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to sneak up on you. I’m usually bad at the whole stealth-mode thing, Mako says I’m as subtle as a maul to the face. This one time, when we were kids, we tried snitching a bunch of bean paste dumplings from Old Lady Chiyo’s vendor stand, but the pot she served them from was so big that I tipped over into it and got stuck with my legs flailing in the air, so – Yeah, never mind. It’s a dumb story. Sorry. Again.”
Alright guys, here it is.
Here and here are both Borra fic Tumblrs.
It doesn’t look like a whole lot, but it’s what I managed to find around the interwebs. Fanfiction.net now has their own LoK category, so I’ll be checking that from time to time for you as well. If anyone wants to submit any fanfiction that they wrote or that they just want to share, feel free. You can find all of this right here. I’ll put any new fanfics I find right there, too. So yeah, enjoy!
-Nicole
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