night at the theater
Later? How much later? How much more of this would there be? She’d already reached her limit and even she didn’t catch the first of what would undoubtedly be many, many kisses before the play was through.
He was on the verge of tears; she ignored the first because, beneath it all, he was her friend and she wasn’t going to give him grief for getting emotional—even if it did make her cringe a little. Was he going to be sniffling and sobbing? Spirits forbid, what if the characters died and she had to listen to Howl bawling the entire way back to the island?
The woman hissing was given an equal glare from her, before the look softened and Korra sank even further in her seat with a heave of a sigh. “Love doesn’t work like that. You don’t just see a person and— Ugh.”
Except there was just enough of an undertone to prove maybe she wished it did…
Further reflection on her revulsion was circumvented by the storm rolling in and those desperate lovers on stage clung to each other with even more melodramatic abandon. “Oh, ew,” she said, grimacing as she made a gagging gesture. Really, if she thought her ship was going to capsize, the last thing she’d do was grab the nearest person just to shove her tongue down their throat.
The words Korra spoke about true love not working out like it was on the stage below them worried Howl, along with how she was sinking lower and lower in her seat. If she lowered herself any further, she wouldn’t be able to see the set. Deciding that they should probably stick it out a bit longer, Howl nervously focused on the scene playing out.
As the ship finally seemed to be about to sink, the romance on stage slowly became more and more melodramatic. It tugged at Howl’s heartstrings, or it would in most situations, but at the moment his mind was focused on his less-than-pleased companion. He saw Korra gag as a joke, and though this wasn’t out of the usual for the Avatar, something still seemed…off.
“Come on,” Howl slowly rose from his seat, ignoring the new stream of hisses from the woman behind him. He grabbed Korra’s wrist and pulled her out of her own seat as well, then up the aisle out into the bright lobby. Temporarily blinded by the light pouring down on them, Howl blinked then let go of Korra’s wrist.
“What’s up?” He sighed. “I know this play isn’t your thing, but you seem especially annoyed by it.”
(Source: loverboy-howl)
