my skin has turned to porcelain, to ivory, to steel.

accidianix:

      There’s a moment of hesitation
      on his part.  Why  help?  It  isn’t
      like they know each other. 

                 They’re strangers. All he knows is
                  that she’s friends with his cousin.

                          —— Thin fingers loosely grip the tool
                                     to pass it to the girl.

                        ❝ Here. ❞

        “Thank you.” She takes the wrench
        silently and crouches once more to
        tighten the loose bolt on her bike.
        One. Two. Three twists and it’s finally
        secure.

                        All the while, an awkward silence
                        persists; balmy and tangible like
                        the summer heat.

        She’s not quite sure what to say to
        fill the void, except——

                     "You’re kin to Korra, right?“