The Quiet: (Departed Collection) A Korra Fanfic

  She watched him sleep, sleep on a bunk in his new pride and joy, the Equalist Airfield. Even in sleep, she noted, he seemed angry. His hair, now a few shades greyer than the jet black it used to be – yes, even the grey stripe down the middle turned greyer – fell across his face in damp wisps. His lips were parted and his teeth were bared, while his eyes were closed tight, scrunched up as if he was reliving the day she had died over and over again.

  Which he probably was, it was a frequent dream for him. Or he could’ve been dreaming about destroying all benders and seeing his daughter rush to him with open arms after finally realizing that the company she kept was nothing but a bunch of bender scum. Which was also another frequent dream for him.

  She sighed inwardly, then noticed that he forgot to take his glasses off again. Plucking them deftly from his face, she placed them on a nearby table. In fact, he forgot to take his whole outfit off, including his shoes. He probably didn’t have time to do so, she reasoned, and this operation was too big of a deal for him to bring nightclothes. She resisted the urge to take his shoes, socks, and overcoat off for his better comfort, for that would be too strange for him, and in his current condition he would wake up at the slightest nudge. Taking off his glasses was already a huge risk to begin with.

  She still loved him with all her being, she thought, going out into the hallway and closing the door to his room quietly, but he’d been quite infuriating these past couple of years and even more aggravating these past couple of days. Just because a bender killed her didn’t give him license to destroy all of them and ruin everyone’s lives in the process (though he didn’t think it would ruin lives, in fact, he thought the opposite). But what set her off especially was that, after he had raised Asami’s boyfriend’s hopes with the much-told story of his rise from a shoe-shiner to a multi-millionaire, he brutally killed them off with the hypocritical insult of “street rat”. She had very much wanted to slap her former husband then. He used to be such a kind man.

  So after leaving the cold (though she didn’t feel it) mountain-top facilities, she went to see her daughter, who was sleeping on the ground with her new friends, the affectionately dubbed “Team Avatar”. She smiled, looking at the peaceful face of Asami. As the child of an extremely rich and widowed man, Asami never really had close friends. Now Asami couldn’t have asked for better ones. They were all such good children.

  There was Bolin, the naïve, optimistic, comical, and surprisingly insightful young earthbender, who was always there to support the group and keep it from falling out with each other. A much-needed position to fill, with all the romantic drama that had happened recently.  Mako, the overprotective mama of the group who, despite his team captain title and recently unleveled level head, was just a very confused teenager. He and Asami would sort it out. Asami, her daughter, who had grown to be such a strong and lovely young lady. She was so proud of her for choosing the Avatar’s side despite all of her father’s twisted wishes, for not taking her emotions out on anything (but Mako, at least), for not turning on Korra because of Mako, for carrying on despite having her world turned inside-out, for attaching herself to a cause, and most of all for finally finding friends that she could trust her life with, that would stand by her side no matter what (save if Asami changed her standing on the subject of Equalists, but that would not happen).

  And last but most definitely not least, the young Avatar Korra. Bright, compassionate, impulsive, selfless, steadfast, aggressive, beautiful, powerful, short-tempered, and slowly becoming more patient, she was of course the driving force behind the group of friends. Though struggling with her spirituality and airbending training, she was gaining ground in those areas by leaps and bounds. As for her status with Mako, well, Korra would never willingly hurt her daughter. In fact, she wanted to be friends with her; Asami being the only female acquaintance her age, and vice versa on Asami’s part.