This one is a bit longer. I know I may have not gotten the dialogue exactly right... oh well. I don't care much. I think this is one of the cute ones :3 sorta. Hope you think it's cute too! Enjoy!
Korra watched as the gold eyed boy beside her tugged his scarf higher over his lips. And maybe in that moment, after his story, he was only a boy. An unlucky one burdened with the death of his parents and nowhere to go. Yet, his pure determination to get his brother at a higher standard was not one of a boy's. It was something that spoke of Mako's defined maturity.
Mako sighed, pulling Korra out of her thoughts.
"Bolin's all I have left," he murmured, words almost lost in the burgundy fabric around his neck. "If anything happened to him…"
Mako's voice diminished, and he never finished. He lifted his head to the autumn leaves resting above Naga's head, gazing intensely as if they held the words to finish his sentence.
OoOoOo
Mako drifted to sleep to Naga's rhythmic panting and the calming scent of his father on the scarf. He occasionally wondered why the smell never faded in the last ten years. He marveled at the comforting scent of smoke, apples, and snow. It was an odd combination, but attached to his father, they locked together as a fresh aroma. As a young boy, it fascinated Mako as to how a mere smell could whisper to you the bravery and good heart of his father.
Could I ever have the scent of bravery too?
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