Knight or Princess?
She'd never seen herself as the princess. The princess who wore fancy dresses. The princess who was always perfectly styled. The princess who was being rescued by her mighty knight.
She'd never ever identified herself with those princesses unlike every other girl her age.
Instead she always wanted to be the knight. The knight who helped others. The knight who defeated villains. The knight who rescued their beautiful princess.
When she was little she remembers asking her kindergarten educator to make her a helmet out of paper, just like a knight's. But instead she gave the girl a princess' hat. Little Korra refused to take it and kept insisting on the helmet, until she actually made her one. She was so happy she wore it everyday with pride and joy.
She remembers always trying to protect the weak ones, especially the girls. She fought for them, stuck with them and scared off the bad guys. She never allowed herself to cry, to show any signs of pain. A knight cannot be whiny and disappoint the princesses after all!
At that time she'd never known that her behavior was not that of a typical girl, it was more like a boy's. But that had never affected her in any way. She still grew up like any other girl, even had a crush on a boy without realizing it. The only thing that differed her from the other girls was her lack of interest in fashion and make up and stuff like that. She rather preferred to go out, play with her mates, run around, discover new things. But she's never forgotten what she was aiming for: being a knight, eventually even becoming a knight.
Her childhood was so easy. She never had to think about what she was doing. What was important for her at that time was just that she had fun. She never worried about for example love or her appearance towards others. She was still a kid after all. But now?
Korra felt something warm hovering over her face. As she opened her eyes she was greeted with a gorgeous sight. A sleeping woman was facing her, her breaths heavy, her mouth just slightly opened. Her eyes were closed and even though Korra couldn't see her wonderful eyes there were still her eyelashes to admire. Seriously, they are so long even without mascara, how does she do that?
Her eyes wandered over the other girl's face from her forehead to her cheeks, her chin, then finally resting on those full lips. She usually wears red lipstick on them but they still look super full and soft. Her black hair was falling perfectly as always, her locks looked so silky and Korra couldn't help but imagine how they would feel if she tangled her hair in her hands.
Korra absently reached out to cradle her face but stopped abruptly when she sighed and snuggled more into her blanket.
What the hell was I doing?
She quickly withdrew her hand and continued watching her sleep, their faces inches apart. Korra was lost in thoughts.
Why the heck would I remember my childhood again? And the thing with the helmet. So embarrassing...
She let out a sigh a little bit louder as intended but that was enough to startle the other woman. She let out a heavy groan and began to stretch her arms as she slowly opened her eyes and blinked away the sleep, then instantly backed away. Korra felt a little sting but decided to ignore it.
“Whoa, you scared me a little bit...”
“Yeah because good morning is too common nowadays.” Korra snorted and turned to the other side, playing offended.
“Korraaa, it wasn't because of you. I mean, wouldn't you be a bit surprised if you woke up and someone was staring at you?”
She felt arms wrapping around her middle and drawing her closer. The other girl buried her face into her back.
“Yaah, okay, you have a point. Still, this hurt me. I mean, you should be honored that someone is so impressed by your beauty they couldn't help but stare, Asami.” She faked a hurt tone.
“I'm sorry, looks like I just have to deal with the creepy Korra.” The words were muffled by her back.
Korra chuckled and began to move away from Asami's embrace but she held her in place.
“No, I don't wanna get up yet, let's just stay like this for a little longer. You're so warm and cozy.”
She drew the younger girl closer.
“Uh, thanks, I think?” The words made Korra feel awkward.
She felt the girl smiling against her back.
“You're welcome.”