So you guys remember that scene JUST BEFORE Korra and Mako (aka resident smokin' man whore) bust into the Equalist thing? Well, some very observant fans noticed...SHE is wearing his scarf! What?! Where's the scarf scene?!
I'll tell ya where, Avatarians. It's here. On fanfiction. This is one of my many ideas on what could have occurred. Let me know your take on it, as well as what you think happened. :)
Korra brushed a strand of hair into place, twitching although she was certain she wasn't afraid. The Avatar didn't get afraid. After all, it was her duty to protect the world and give balance to everyone in it…but she'd have to start here, in Republic City. Especially with Amon threatening the precarious peace which her former incarnation, Aang, had struggled to provide.
If only she could airbend. Hell, if only she could be better than she was – if she knew how to communicate with the spirits, to show everyone that she could do this. She didn't need everyone else. Only herself, in the end. She could prove that.
"What are you thinking about?" A deeper voice interrupted her frantic determination pep-talk. Korra turned, forcing a tactful smile at Mako.
His amber eyes narrowed. "Are you sure you're okay with this?" He paused a moment before clarifying. "Breaking into the Equalist meeting, I mean. It is pretty dangerous."
"Yeah," She lied, pulling down on the disguise she wore – a button-down trenchcoat and hat. Even her hair was tucked away. No one wanted to see her. Not even if she was the Avatar. In fact, they hated her for it. She could bend….more than they could. She felt selfish; she couldn't imagine not being able to bend. And here she was dwelling on her inability to master the final bending discipline.
Mako noticed her discomfort. Shoving his hands forcefully into his own pockets for a moment, he stared purposefully at the city's smoggy skyline. Car horns fell silent at this dead end of the night. The stars peeked from a thin layer of clouds; the moon blanketed thinly through slight puffy pollution.
He turned to the anxiously shifting Avatar. A sad smile quirked on his lip for a fleeting moment before it sank into the depths of his usual stoic expression. "Here," he said, untangling the crimson scarf from his neck.
"What?" Korra remarked, "But this was your Dad's scarf, before…" she trailed off uncertainly, not finding the right words. She didn't want to ask too much of him.
"I know." He tied it around her neck. For a swift, quick moment his pale fingers brushed her neck. If he noticed, it didn't show. Goosebumps arose on her skin in response, and she fought the dreams of them together down. He'd squelched them. She had no right to think those things, she reasoned blankly. "But I think tonight, you need it more than I do."
She didn't know what to say. "Thank you."
He faced forwards, withdrawing into his usual silence. She felt the warmth from his body still on the scarf. It trilled down her veins and spine with hot twirls of something she couldn't identify. So, she didn't try to identify it. She shut off her silly thoughts, finding the strength to do so.
She could do this.
If only tonight.