a/n: (oops i accidentally makorra'd)

so. this is a thing i started. i'm taking requests, so feel free to leave me some!

spoilers for ep. 8.

disclaimer: bryke owns all.


"Prison sucks."

Mako sighs. Normally he would be slightly annoyed at Bolin for pointing out the obvious (again), but this time he can't help but agree. Prison sucks. He nods. "Yeah, Bo. It really does."

There's a small window in their cell. He heaves himself up from his place on the floor and peers through it. The sliver of moon in the sky barely gives off any light, and all of a sudden he is thinking of Korra. Of her smile when he'd offered her his hand to help her get into Asami's Satomobile. Of her smirk when they'd taken out those equalists before the metalbenders could. And of her frown when those same metalbenders hauled them away.

"How do you think Asami's holding up?" Bolin's voice is harsh in the cold silence of their cell, and Mako starts.

He shrugs. "She's a fighter. I'm pretty sure she's alright." He pulls his jacket tighter around himself, guarding against the cold chill that seeps through the stone walls of the jail. "Hopefully we'll all get out of here soon."

Bolin's quiet for a moment before piping up again, his breath sending puffs of fog into the air. "What do you think Korra will do?"

Mako turns, leaning one shoulder against the rough concrete wall. "She said that she and Tenzin would fix this. But who knows when they will. That Tarrlok guy seems pretty stubborn."

Bolin's half smile is warm. "Yeah, but so is Korra." His face sobers. "I just hope she doesn't do anything reckless."

Mako sighs and sinks back down to the floor, next to Bolin. "Yeah," he says quietly. He buries his nose in his scarf and closes his eyes. "Me too."