Title: Mischief Eyes
Word Count: 278
Summary: [There's something wild in her eyes, a spark of mischief in the fire's glow. Run Run Run. Makorra.]

For Emdeme. (Happy Birthday! :D)
Hope you like it. :)

-Mischief Eyes-
:7/21/12:

Run run run.

"Quick, in here!" she says, the words rushed between her teeth as she pulls Mako into the closet. She runs into something on entry, a broom, and she quickly tries to grab hold of it before it knocks anything over. She stops it, holding onto the wooden handle for support, grinning like a madwoman as Mako carefully lights the room with his hand.

"Couldn't you have picked a better spot?" he asks, wedging himself between the door and a crate of something that smells faintly of pickled seal-jerky. He looks up at her, still leaning against the broom handle, and tries to suppress a smile.

The flame he holds in his hand flickers, dancing above his gloves, heat licking at his face. He holds it out further, away from the door and Korra slumps down to the floor, the broom against her bare shoulders. There's something wild in her eyes, a spark of mischief in the fire's glow, and she stares at him, the grin still wide upon her face. He finally gives in and puckers his cheeks into a similar grin and soon they're in a fit of uncontrolled laughter. The flame goes out in his hand as he holds them to his mouth, trying to suppress the noise and he can feel Korra' hair brush against his knees as she leans in, trying to do the same.

A few moments pass before they can finally settle down, and Mako leans his ear against the door, listening for anyone who might be passing by. He smiles when there's none and looks to Korra, who looks at him slyly, mischief flickering in her eyes.

:Fin:

I'm not sure about this one. It's gotta 'meh' feel to it.

Meh. Me and my stupid inconsistent writing style. =.=