Author's Note: Okay so these aren't really turning out to be drabbles anymore, but you know? I don't care. Originally this was going to be Accusation, but at last second I got an idea for the flame prompt. I don't think it's bad if I go out of order as long as I do them… anyways. Enjoy.
"How could you do this?!" Mako yells, hand motioning to a now badly charred wall in the room. I shrink back a little, I'm not used to seeing his anger.
"It was an accident! I didn't mean to! I just… I just lost control of myself for a moment!"
"You're the Avatar you're not supposed to make mistakes!"
"Mako I—"
"Forget it." Mako holds up his hand to stop me from talking. "I'm going to go outside and get some fresh air while you deal with your problems." With that he turns, storming out of the room. I look down at my hands, the very vessel the damaging fire had slipped from. I sigh before studying the wall I ruined. It's not just a blank walls, there were decorations hanging on it and… my eyes widen a little. A picture frame. I look down at the floor directly below it. There, corners gone and almost destroyed is the photograph. Tears come to my eyes at seeing what my carelessness destroyed. It was the only picture Mako and Bolin had left of their parents. I carefully lay the damaged picture on the table nearby before going out to find Mako.
It takes me a little while, but I finally find him. He's sitting near the lake, under a tree. The full moon lights his features enough so I can see his face clearly, but I can't read it. There's no emotion at all, he's just staring out at the lake. A chilling breeze passes by, causing me to shiver just a little. Being here has made me less used to the cold. I quietly walk over to him, not sure how he'll react to seeing me.
"So you found me." His voice, like his face, lacks emotional.
"Mako, listen I'm so sorry. I need to be more careful. Like you said… I am the Avatar. I'm responsible for lives, I can't let myself get careless." He glances at me a moment before looking back out across the water. Silence falls between us, making my stomach get knots. I quietly sit a few feet away from him, waiting for him to say something, anything, to make me feel like my apology meant something. I stare at my hands which are now starting to blur. Stupid tears.
"Korra?" he asks softly. I can feel him looking at me, but I don't return the eye contact.
"Korra. Look at me." I look up to see he's moved closer, without me noticing. His gaze is soft now as he looks at me.
"I know it's been rough on you these past days because of Amon and the equalists. I can understand why you'd lose control and I'm sorry… for acting like I did. It's just…"
"I destroyed what you had left of your parents." I wipe away a few tears.
"No you didn't." He unwraps his scarf, hanging it around my neck. "I still have this."
"You shouldn't let me touch it. I destroy most of what I touch."
"You haven't destroyed me." He wraps an arm around me, pulling me close in a half hug. "Stop beating yourself up about it Korra. We all make mistakes."
"I can't believe… you're just willing to let this go."
"It was just a material thing, Korra. Sure it meant a lot to me, but just because it's gone doesn't the fact my parents loved me and Bolin is gone. Their memory still is in my heart. Besides, I wouldn't just let go of you because of that. It was a mistake. Just because you're the Avatar doesn't mean you're any less human."
"You are much wiser than you seem most of the time." I tease, smiling now. "So does this mean… we're good now?"
"If you think so." I nod my head in agreement.
"Good." He presses a soft kiss to my forehead, before cuddling me close to him to gaze at the stars.