Randomness I thought I'd share.
~Blaze
Prompt: Eye-contact
Timeline: End of Episode 2
Two pairs of eyes watched the sky that night, one with hope and the other with uncertainty.
City lights flashed in her eyes as she stared at the skyscrapers, her jaw dropped in awe and her blue eyes glittering with both fear and excitement - and him, though she wasn't sure why. Korra liked to think that there was some sort of spark in between them - some sort of connection that she couldn't quite put her finger on. She leaned her hand against her chin, stretching her neck out the window as though if she reached far enough she could touch those skyscrapers, those lights and just only him.
Was it weird that Mako was the one who scrambled her thoughts? She had only met him that day, and only for a couple brief moments. Even on the playing field her interaction with him was limited. For some reason, though, her mind was centered around him. Maybe it was because she was worried… Mako's eyes seemed to reflect pain, so much that it hurt her just to see him. Sure, Bolin had seemed off slightly, too, as if he did carry some of the same sadness, but Mako's eyes reflected something more… solid, melancholic, as if it was consuming him inside and out.
Korra reached her hand out towards the city. Could she really save this city? And if she tried… could she save him?
The gray skies and the dimly lit view of the island was what Mako could see - if he were actually focusing on the world outside. His mind had decided to catch onto the strange smell of sushi his brother had brought home and - and her, although he didn't understand why. He shifted in his spot, not daring to look down - if he tried, he would end up wobbling and possibly falling to the pavement below. She was just a stranger, a girl who seemed to come from her own world with her own rules. He detested crazy people like her - eyes that seemed to gaze into his soul, reading his mind, his heart…
He absent-mindedly clutched his scarf, hiding his chin under the soft cloth. For some reason, he could still smell her, see her face everytime he closed his eyes. She was there, laughing with him - no, rather at him, her innocent eyes sparkling with kindness and strength and - and humanity. She was the living, breathing incarnation of life. He vaguely wondered why he hadn't sensed it before when he first met her gaze. Determination. Concern. Empathy. Courage. She seemed to be a shut in, not understanding the ways of the world, but she carried everything he struggled to contain without a moment's hesitation. Was it because she was the Avatar? The older Avatar didn't seem to match Korra's persona at all.
He was curious, to say the least. Was she the one that was really going to change the world? And was it possible for her to change him?
Two pairs of eyes watched the sky that night, and somehow, they seemed to meet.