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

rxvelation:

       ✗; The frantic hammering of a delicate heart battering against
             fragile ribs is a dulled ROAR to his senses, sanguine fluid
             racing through networks of veins, arteries, limbs, nerves. 
             
                   Oh, if only she knewjust how much peril she is in.

         Hiroshi’s daughter remains standing tall, a stark contrast 
         to what the terrified thrum of her frame is telling him, and Amon
         lets his head tilt, slowly, nearing so that the girl can easily 
         trace each line etched into the mask with mortified gaze,                                                            each border giving way to a streak of gray or a splash of red.

              ❝ No matter. ❞

                    She is not lying when she denies knowing of the                                                             Avatar’s whereabouts. But that does not mean that she                                                   is completely void of usefulness. A lure, perhaps—or a                                                     martyr, a trigger for Korra’s mindless rage. 

                 ❝ I am not done with you, Miss Sato. ❞
           

        For each step he takes forward, Asami takes
        a step back. Everything about him unnerves her;
        from the eerie calmness of his posture to the unfeeling,
        emotionless mask that belies no evidence of what he
        feels. He is full of inconsistencies she cannot grasp.
        As many questions as she can answer about him,
        hundreds more arise.

                            His movements are fluid and yet unnervingly
                            remind her of machinery not unlike what is
                            seen at the Future Industries factory with its
                            synchronisation and precision.

(He is not a man or a machine. He is something  l e s s  than human.)

        “I’m of no use to you,” she argues. Its weak, at best.
        But maybe if she could just buy herself some t i m e —
        she wishes she had her Equalist glove with her. How
        foolish, that she should leave it behind. But then, it
        wouldn’t have done much good in the end, regardless.
        Amon is a bloodbender, and Asami is merely the puppet.