A/N: Potential spoilers for Episode 1 and 2 of Legend of Korra
Disclaimer: Avatar: The Last Airbender is the product of some brilliant people persons and is not mine at all. The Legend of Korra is not mine either. Huh.
He is a Fiery Boy
Mako looks out the window and all he sees is the past. His bright little brother being dulled by the dirt and grime smeared on his chubby cheeks; never ever dimming his megawatt smile in the least, not even for a for a moment, as they scrambled across streets and along curbs only to shimmy close to the corners of buildings.
It was easy to see what they had been and why they fought now.
The way they felt about things showed in how they fought too. Mako could not would not should not even give himself the chance to lose. The flames blooming on his finger tips in the pouring rain, lighting up semi-drenched papers in a dark place. The heat and light broke from him with no need for tinder or fuel. Bolin was an easy going never stopping hold it together kind of guy. He was steady. Steadier than his brother and certainly steadier than the places they have been together. It was that moment, when there was no where left to hide, Bolin's frustrated stamp on the ground erected a five foot tall wall just for them.
There was a reason they fought on a team. Mako would burn himself out; Bolin would never pick up his feet.
So now it was Mako looking out at the past across open waters and seeing the tall towers. An island in his view. An island in his mind. A girl (an avatar) and her eyes and the air benders who lived down a ways and farther than ever.