ATLA/LOK Fem Imagines

Love Language - Asami

Trigger Warning: dark themes and the overuse of "Angel" and "the angel"

!BREAKING NEWS!
Daughter of the renowned Zoafu Gaurd, Beatrice Rivera, has been reported missing. Inem was seen last in a green shawl and kakis in the Lilac borough. She has a beauty mark on her left eyebrow and a silver nose piercing. Please call this number if you can contribute to this case:

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Baby blue highlights the sky, melting and mixing with the purple creeping out of view. As the sun rises above the horizon, Beatrice allows the sudden warmth and glow to slither down her spine with an exhale. She gapes at the morphing sky, heart rattling and brain leaping from thought to thought.

The viral photo of her daughter's graduation haunts her. Her baby's bright smile cements in her mind. The iconic greens and yellows of Zaofu's High School hung loosely from her plump frame.

The black and white photo follows her no matter where she goes. It clings to power line poles with thick staples or sways with the threat of falling on supermarket pinboards. The yellow paper always holds a crumbled shape with ads and other cases beginning to pile over her daughter's round face.

Her search for Inem in Republic City, courtesy of Suyin Beifong, reopens more oozing burns than soothes them. Strangers in puffy coats offer thin smiles and a gentle clutch at her broad shoulder with their thin gloves. Their brief condolences do nothing to stop the twisting in her gut and the bile that gurgles up her throat.

Her visit with Avatar Korra, Lin, and President Moon only added fuel to the bubbling and shredding of her innards.

"There's a lot of people in the city. She could be anywhere," Lin's grave voice echoed in Beatrice's memory. She rasped across President Moon's wooden desk, "The kidnapper could have shaved her hair or ripped out her piercings." The sun shined high and mighty, highlighting Lin's tight jaw and pursed lips with a demanding glow. At that moment, Lin's words pounded Beatrice across her face with an air-tight fist.

Beatrice's mind raced, imagining the bright red and shredded flesh of scars that could litter her daughter's tender skin. What was once thick and shiny waves may be chopped haphazardly in mismatching directions. She imaged sunken cheeks with blue and red split lips. Light eyes would be dilated pupils and retreated eyes.

What has her baby girl seen while dragged away?

A tightening in her chest draws her eyes from the transforming sky, settling on the cross-patterned tile of the kitchen floor. Her hands dip into the scorching water by her hips. She gropes aimlessly for her sponge and swipes it along a miscellaneous fork while her eyes find their way to the sky again. She squeezes her eyes shut tight and tilts her head back to face the low, popcorned ceiling. Her lips part and pleads rip from her lips like a prayer.

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Korra runs a hand through her hair, her shoulders sinking with a sigh. Asami's air conditioner buzzes and blasts warm air that washes over Korra's rigid stance. It rolls down her back and settles at her hips. She tries to let Asami's lavender-scented candles hum her mind into ease, but her thoughts don't let up.

"Korra?" Asami says, her eyebrows twisted as she steps toward the woman slumped in her mud room. She reaches for Korra's hands, almost allowing a breath of relief to slip past her lips when Korra slips her hands into Asami's with a squeeze. "Are you feeling alright, honey?"

Korra merely slumps forward to rest her chin on Asami's left shoulder. With a slow motion, Asami slips her fingers into the back of Korra's hair. She threads her fingers through the thick locks, rubbing and pressing the tips of her fingers into Korra's scalp with gentle scratches.