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

korrior:

      Her face wrinkles in concentration for a moment
      before she reaches out and wraps her fingers
      around a silver handle. Eyes wide with naive 
      hope, she holds it out to Asami, beaming as she does.

            — - “Here you go! The one that looks like a smile.
                       ……k i n d a.”

        Asami gratefully takes the wrench before
        going back to work on her bike. She doesn’t
        know quite how Korra manages to carry the
        world on her shoulders and still exude the
        naivety of a child. In truth, she’s a little envious
        of that. 

                    “Thanks, Korra. When I’m done here we
                    can test her out on the track if you like…?”