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Entry tags:
5th wave
Who: Korra + open
Where: The Sun
When: September 8, afternoon
What: Korra's back from canon update.
Warnings: Major book 3 spoilers. Seriously, if you don't want to be spoiled, it's best to just not thread with her. But I do have an opt-out post if you want to try to work something out!
Style: Starting prose, jump to brackets if you'd like!
Status: open
Just as it had happened before, Korra was back in her cabin. But it wasn't with any kind of renewed energy that she returned to the high seas. There were heavy bags under her eyes. Her skin was irritated, and she was covered in fading bruises. Even without the physical injuries, anyone who knew her and saw her now would see that there was something very wrong.
How long she sat at her hammock, watching the wall across from her, she didn't know or care. It took such an effort to do the most basic of things. To get her weakened, battered legs to hold her weight. To eat, to change her clothes, to function. She hadn't bent even the smallest puff of fire since the poison and the ensuing fight. It had drained everything from her.
But she did try to stand, eventually. Stubbornly. There wasn't a wheelchair waiting for her here. Dad wasn't here to tell her she was okay, Asami wasn't here to help. But Korra had to leave the room. It was her legs that said differently. Her heart that raced and the sweat beading down her neck that forced her to lean heavily against the wall every time she tried to stand on her own.
Oh, well. Tenzin had basically confirmed it himself, hadn't he? The world didn't need her anymore, anyway. The door was open. Maybe someone would come.
Where: The Sun
When: September 8, afternoon
What: Korra's back from canon update.
Warnings: Major book 3 spoilers. Seriously, if you don't want to be spoiled, it's best to just not thread with her. But I do have an opt-out post if you want to try to work something out!
Style: Starting prose, jump to brackets if you'd like!
Status: open
Just as it had happened before, Korra was back in her cabin. But it wasn't with any kind of renewed energy that she returned to the high seas. There were heavy bags under her eyes. Her skin was irritated, and she was covered in fading bruises. Even without the physical injuries, anyone who knew her and saw her now would see that there was something very wrong.
How long she sat at her hammock, watching the wall across from her, she didn't know or care. It took such an effort to do the most basic of things. To get her weakened, battered legs to hold her weight. To eat, to change her clothes, to function. She hadn't bent even the smallest puff of fire since the poison and the ensuing fight. It had drained everything from her.
But she did try to stand, eventually. Stubbornly. There wasn't a wheelchair waiting for her here. Dad wasn't here to tell her she was okay, Asami wasn't here to help. But Korra had to leave the room. It was her legs that said differently. Her heart that raced and the sweat beading down her neck that forced her to lean heavily against the wall every time she tried to stand on her own.
Oh, well. Tenzin had basically confirmed it himself, hadn't he? The world didn't need her anymore, anyway. The door was open. Maybe someone would come.