I saw a post a while back dictating prompts for Avatar World Week 2017. Since I’m a huge part of the Avatar: The Last Air Bender fandom (more directly The Legend of Korra), I decided I would give this a try and share some of my fiction writing with you. I dunno if I’ll post every day this week, but here’s at least one small contribution.
– Monday, November 20th Prompt – Wedding –
Korra inhaled through her nose, held it for two seconds, and blew out through her mouth. Her hair tickled her skin as the air swirled around her. She smiled and opened her eyes, facing her reflection. Her blue robe draped around her fit body, the silk smooth against her skin. Half her hair was tied up in traditional water tribe fashion, while the rest curled around her jawline. She tried to keep her hair trimmed short since she chopped it during her recovery two year previous. Asami’s comment had really hung with her.
“Korra?” Senna appeared behind her. “Are you ready to get dressed?”
“Almost.” Korra turned in her seat and examined her small room. Air temple island had been her home for so long. It seemed strange that this would be the last night she spent with the air benders. Tomorrow, she would be sleeping somewhere else entirely.
“Honey, it’s okay to be nervous.” Senna stepped into the room and placed a cool hand on Korra’s cheek. “This is a big step for you two.”
She chuckled, “I know, Mom. I’m not really nervous. I’m just… happy. I still can’t believe she feels this way about me.”
“Oh sweety.” She shook her head a little. “It’s wonderful indeed. Now, here. Let me help you into your dress.”
Korra stood and went to the dress bag hanging on the outer edge of her wardrobe. Senna followed, placing a calming hand on Korra’s shoulder when she reached for the zipper. Carefully, she pulled the zipper down and blue fabric spilled out. She smiled and fingered the dress, lingering on the traditional designs within the material. When she was deciding upon what to wear, she opted to have a little more color in her dress because she knew that Asami would be wearing white. Not that she actually knew what her fiancée’s dress looked like. Just a hunch.
Senna helped Korra into the dress. It hung off her shoulders and clung to her curves, emphasizing and softening her strong physique. Once the zipper closed at her neck, she returned to the mirror an examined herself, turning this way and that, letting the effects of her dress wash over her. She was really going through with this. She was really marrying Asami. She grinned.
“You’re so beautiful, sweetie. Asami is one lucky woman.” Senna smiled.
A soft cough at the door announced Tonraq’s presence.
Korra turned to look at him, her smile bright and content. “Well, Dad?”
“Gorgeous. Now, I do believe you and Asami arranged to a private first look before your ceremony? I’m supposed to escort you to the gazebo.”
Korra checked her reflection one more time, her eyes skipping lightly over her appearance. They lingered for a second on the betrothal necklace Asami had made for her after their engagement. The blue band caressed her neck and the token had an etching of the stars over Republic City and the bay, reminding her of the sweet evening they spent on Air Temple Island leading up to the moments before their engagement. Really, it reminded her of all the moments she’d shared with Asami since their first visit to the Spirit World. She sighed, smiling wistfully.
“Korra… don’t draw this out. Asami is already waiting.”
Korra shook herself from the cool evening in her memory. “Right. Asami. Marriage. The Avatar is on it, Dad.”
Tonraq rolled his eyes, but took Korra’s arm. Together, they set out for the gazebo at the outskirts of the island. The main event had been set up close to the temple, similar to how Varrick’s and Zhu Li’s wedding had been arranged. However, screens had been set up between the main docks, the gazebo, and the party to create shielded pathways. Korra and Asami had wanted to keep the press as far away from their wedding day as possible. As the Avatar and CEO of a major company in Republic City, there were plenty of rumors of a power grab by the two famous women. The longer they could keep the press out, the better.
Tonraq and Korra navigated the makeshift aisles around the party, avoiding the main crowd and heading straight for the gazebo. The second reason for the screens were so they could meet and have a private moment or two before the wedding. So many people were already on the island, they knew between the ceremony and the reception that they would never have a moment of rest until their honeymoon.
The aisles straightened out and the gazebo appeared in front of them. Tonraq stopped, turning to look Korra straight in the face.
“I just wanted to let you know how proud of you I am. You not only grew into a fine young Avatar, but into a fine young woman. And I’m so proud and excited to have Asami as my daughter too.” He reached up and wiped the corner of his eye. “Go see her. I’ll be nearby with Mako and Bolin. Come and get me when you’re ready.”
Tonraq disappeared, leaving Korra alone on the path. She inhaled, her small smile returning. She took a step down the path, her steps slow at first, but quickly picking up pace as she neared the gazebo. She almost burst into the small building.
Asami’s voice was a lighthearted song on her ears. Slowly, she turned around to see her fiancée standing next to the gazebo, looking elegant as always in a white dress. Korra’s throat tightened. Small, red gems were sewn into the bodice, creating subtle swirling designs that glinted in the fading light. The fabric hung off her shoulders and bunched at her waist in ways that made Korra want to tug gently on her hips and bring her close. Her always immaculate hair was pinned in the back and trailed over her right shoulder, leaving just enough neck exposed that Korra flushed.
Asami’s green eyes softened as they roved over Korra, her ruby lips pulling up into a smile. “Wow.”
Korra chuckled, closing the distance between them and fingering the fabric at Asami’s hip. “You took the word out of my mouth.”
“Are you sure you aren’t at the wrong wedding? I can’t possibly be marrying a goddess such as yourself.”
“Oh, Miss Sato,” Korra took the invitation and wrapped Asami in her arms. Her skin was soft and warm where it brushed against her arms. “I think you’re the goddess. No one ever looks as beautiful as you do.”
Asami widened the gap enough to get a look at her fiancée. “You’re awfully serious today, Korra. You’re not having second thoughts are you?”
“Never.” Korra said, her voice firm. “I’m just,” she inhaled and dropped her gaze.
Asami’s hand was warm on her chin as she tugged Korra’s face where she could see her eyes. “Tell me, please. You know I’m always willing to listen.”
“I think I’m finally at peace. I mean, I was at peace after I defeated Kuvira and we vacationed together in the Spirit World. I’d never felt lighter in my life! But then we had our coming out debacle and those Turf Wars to deal with…I—” She shook her head, bringing her hand to the back of Asami’s neck so she could touch their foreheads together. “It’s just great to feel so calm and happy all over again. Exactly like our first vacation.”
“You mean the parts of the vacation before I got thrown off a giant rock spirit?”
“Oh shush. You didn’t get hurt because of my awesome air bending skills, right?”
“Now you just sound like that bad street air bending show Bolin planned.”
Korra sighed, letting the frustration leak into her voice. “You know what, if you’re just going to tease me in our private moments, why don’t we just get married and get this over with?”
Asami smiled, her green eyes flashing with humor and something a little warmer. “Of course, sweetheart. Because the sooner this is over, the sooner I get you to myself. Two weeks, you and me, and a beach house on Ember Island.”
A light shiver passed through Korra as she smiled. “Perfect.” She leaned in, intending to bring Asami in for a kiss, but Asami pulled away a smirk on her face.
“You can’t kiss me now. The lipstick will be a dead giveaway that we’ve already seen each other. And you know how that will go down with some of our guests.”
“Eternal bad luck for your marriage,” Korra chimed in her best Bolin voice. “Why would you pull a move so risky? You two are perfect for each ottttherrrrr. And you know Mako can’t take over as mine and Opal’s double-dating partners. He’d need a date first!”
Asami and Korra laughed in unison, their foreheads brushing together. Korra’s hand trailed down Asami’s arm and found her fingers. Their fingers twined together and Korra felt her heart lurch a little. She never tired that Asami always held her hand back. As their laughter faded away, they lingered in each other’s arms for a moment longer, savoring the sunset and each other’s gazes. Then, they broke apart, linked arms, and headed back to the temple and their own wedding.
Well, let me know what you think!