Oh How the Mighty Die (A LOK Fanfic) [Avatar: TLAB-LoK Watty Awards 2017]

9. Avatar Korra

(A/N: Wow, just wow. I'm going to keep this short, but I just want to thank you readers for joining me on this wild ride. I hope you had as much fun reading this story as I've had writing it. And now, without further ado, here is the final part of our story.
Disclaimer: I don't own LOK or ATLA. Credit to their rightful owners)

"I don't want anyone to wear dark colors to my funeral," Korra announced suddenly.

Asami looked up at her wife from the book she was reading, startled.

The pair had just come back from an extravagant birthday banquet for Raiko's wife, Buttercup. They hadn't even changed out of their dresses before collapsing on the couch. Korra had let her hair down from its high ponytail, (now her hair was shoulder length, like it was when she was seventeen) and it lay smooth over her collarbone. Her knees were tucked up to her torso, and the sky blue gown floated about an inch away from the floor. Korra had complained about tripping with the long dress and sparkly heels, but surprisingly, the Avatar had not fallen once. Though, throughout the night she clung to Asami's hand.

The mechanic took a moment to admire her partners beauty before raising her eyebrows at the declaration.

"You shouldn't be thinking about death on a birthday, darling." Asami said absentmindedly, going back to her book.

"But that's just it," Korra said excitedly, leaning forward a bit. "The party, it was so amazing! Colorful, and cheerful, and people laughing everywhere. They were celebrating a birth- life! And that got me thinking: Funerals are supposed to celebrate life too. I know people have the right to be sad, and dark colors like gray and black represents that sad. But light and bubbly colors represent life! Take Raava for instance. So, people can feel sad on that day, but they should wear cheery colors, to celebrate that persons life."

The nonbender chuckled. "You get so deep after social outings. Plus, you are thinking about death way too much." Worry laced with playfulness in Asami's tone.

The Avatar laughed along. "I know- Nobody has tried to kill me in at least a year! I must be on a lucky streak."

Noticing her wife's slightly uneasy expression, Korra leaned forward and gave Asami a kiss on the cheek.

"Don't worry. I'm not going anywhere for a long time."

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Asami smoothed over her long white dress, even though there were no wrinkles.

Her hair was in a high ponytail with a few lose curly locks framing her face. A dark blue sash wrapped around her waist, the color identical to her matching betrothal necklace with Korra.

I don't want anyone to wear dark colors to my funeral.

Today was the day.

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Mako straightened his blue tie and adjusted the white suit.

Bolin and Opal stood in white, hand in hand, as they descend Juicy for flight.

Tenzin, Pema, and the kids had abandoned their yellow and orange robes for turquoise and cream ones.

Today it was over.

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Korra gritted her teeth. She could feel her strength fading. Spirit teleporting had been hard enough for her when Jinora taught her the basics; Raava being gone didn't make it any easier. The last bit of her life force was fading away. Zaheer encouraged her.