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

korrior:

         It’s almost soothing, just sitting there
         and watching Asami fiddle with the parts on
         the bike. She might have no idea the details
         behind the fiddling, but watching the act
         itself was enough to take her mind off
         the pressures of her daily life.

              — - “Really? You’d be alright with that!
                     I mean — yeah! That’d be great!”

        “Of course! Someone’s gotta test
        them out, right?”

                      And besides, Korra seemed to
                      enjoy it the last time she took her
                      around the track. So, with another
                      quick once-over to make sure everything
                      was secure, she set her tools aside,
                      grabbed the extra helmet, and threw it at
                      the Avatar.

        “Gear up.”