Dreams
I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY! I really truly am guys. I was about to finish the fic that I was planning on posting but then my laptop got infected with some really nasty viruses and it took a while to debug and clear it. I feel terrible for not updating sooner and I really hope that you'll still give this one a chance.
Makorra, yes and kind of in the new season somewhere. Korra and Mako are fighting because neither of them likes the other putting their self in danger on a daily basis and they never get to see each other. And Korra storms off and ends up in the park beneath their tree (tree in "Revolution") and falls asleep. She dreams of Mako sweeping in and kissing her and apologizing and then kissing her again. Then she realizes that she's not dreaming after all. :) Yes I decided to make it fluffy and ooey gooey.
Disclaimer: Never owned never will.
Slam! I flinched at the sound of the poor wooden door cracking against the wall. The solid thumps of his boots hitting the mat. His footsteps were only soft whispers against the worn floor, and I mauled my lower lip mercilessly.
My hands trembled as I poured myself a cup of tea and I set the pot down quickly. I cradled the small cup of warmth in my hands, staring into the fire. It popped and flickered merrily, as if happy to be the only source of light in the apartment. The footsteps stopped, and I gazed determinedly into the bed coals. They glowed with heat, but I knew that his eyes were sparking with anger, and they would burn worse than any fire.
Finally, I chanced a look at him, glancing up at his face through my eyelashes. Half his face was full of shadows, the other with alabaster skin and raven hair shining in the dancing light as it threw our shadows across the walls.
As I expected, his eyes glinted, molten gold and amber that threatened to burn me alive from the coldness emanating from them. I shivered, remembering the last time he looked at me like that when we had first met.
"Hi." I whispered, staring down at my bare feet curling on the thin rug beneath them.
"Avatar Korra." He said stiffly, and I gasped shallowly at his use of my title, spitting it out like a sour taste in his mouth. It hit me like a blow to the stomach. Already my eyes stung and I breathed deeply before I dared to continue.
"How was your day?" I said conversationally, naively hoping that we could avoid talking about that.
"Well let's see…" he put a finger to his chin, like he was pondering his day's events. "I signed in, got a lecture from Beifong, did some paperwork, and answered some calls- Hmmm, what else am I forgetting, I know there was something…" His voice was tight, his words clipped. Usually his anger was explosive and quickly cooled, but I tensed, skin prickling like lightning waiting to strike.
"Oh yeah. Tenzin called me in a panic and said that remaining Equalists were attempting to raid Air Temple Island. Beifong made it my job to make sure that you didn't charge in alone. I made you promise you wouldn't go in there alone Korra." His leash of control was slowly slipping as his voice got louder and louder.
"You promised me Korra. You promised me that you wouldn't go in there alone and try to do it yourself!" Tiny flames flared behind his lips, playing peek-a-boo with his teeth before he breathed out through his nose, smoke rushing out.
"I had it under control Mako!" I quickly put the cup down before I ended up throwing it at his head (it had happened more than once in the heat of a fight) and stalked forward, jabbing a finger at his chest. "I was fine! I didn't want to put more lives in danger than I had to!" I had restored most of the Police force's bending, but that didn't mean that I was keen to do it again. I had slept like the dead for two days straight, and not even the temptation of food could coax me out of bed.
"This isn't just about you Korra! What would happen if you died, hmm? You would just leave the next Avatar to deal with your mess? You know how unstable things are right now. I thought you understood that-!" His eyebrows scrunched together tightly, shadowing his eyes as steam began to curl off of him.
"How could I not!" I threw a hand up, gesturing wildly as my hair whipped around my face. "I hear every day! From the radio, from stuffy politicians, from Tenzin-! I know! But that doesn't mean that I need a babysitter twenty-four seven! I'm a big girl Mako, I can take care of myself."
"You sure aren't acting like a big girl." He muttered under his breath, crossing his arms over his chest tightly.
"Agni!" I cried, and the vase of flowers on the table shook as I struggled to reign in my temper. The fire had risen, blackening the brick of the mantle as it coughed and smoked. "Sometimes you're even worse than the White Lotus. I don't need you to protect me Mako."
As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I wish I could take them back. Shock and hurt flitted over his expression before he wiped it clean, something I wouldn't have caught a year ago.
It had been one of our ongoing arguments that we never seemed to settle. Having thousands of years of experience with me made it kind of unnecessary for bodyguards- something both Mako and Tenzin insisted upon. Especially Mako. He knew that I had certain duties and that it was going to be hard, but in no way did it stop us from arguing at least once a week about me ditching my guard or him smothering me with more.
"Then go." His voice was quiet, and he didn't look at me, staring into the hearth as it slowly died down again. "Go." He picked up the other tea cup gently, like he would break it with one wrong movement, and poured himself tea.
Tenzin had told me I was too prideful many times, but I refused, saying I was simply stubborn, proving him right. But when I had shared this much with him, sometimes pride was all I seemed to have left.
I looked at his slouched figure a moment more, filling in the space I had occupied only minutes ago before I clenched my jaw, holding my head high as grabbed my coat off the hook. I looked back, just once. He hadn't moved, still sipping his tea as if he were waiting for me to come home.
I shut the door quickly to make sure he wouldn't hear the choked sob that came just as the latch clicked into place.
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My bare feet slapped against the wet sidewalk, and I shivered under my hood. I silently berated myself for not grabbing my boots. People looked at me for a moment, murmuring to their companions before they moved on. Each time I breathed a sigh of relief. The last thing I needed as for the press to zero in on my personal life more than they already had.
The last of the fall rains were sweeping through, the trees' beautiful leaves beginning to brown and crumble from the cold. It had finally stopped raining a little after the police had started transferring Equalists to the prison.
I wandered over to the fountain, watching as a couple sharing an umbrella huddled under its dome, neither registering the fact that it had stopped sprinkling a good ten minutes ago.
I smiled sadly as tears pricked my eyes, walking away from the pair before I broke down in the middle of the park. As I paced aimlessly, I thought about the last time Mako and I had really gotten to just be us. Not a police officer and an Avatar. Not a brother and a friend. Just me and him.
Probably the South Pole, I mused, remembering the morning after I had gotten my bending back. I had avoided him, thinking that the day before was just a ludicrously wonderful and realistic dream. The result was an explosive argument ending with me tackling him into the snow and kissing him senseless.
I barked out a watery laugh, sinking down to the ground and leaning against the nearest thing. A twisted trunk dug into my back, and I stared placidly at the auburn and copper leaves above me before I realized just where I was. My eyes squeezed shut, remembering our first of many awkward moments beneath this tree- waking up with my head on his shoulder. I blushed at the memory, sniffling as I nuzzled my cheek to the soft fur inside my hood.
In my head I saw phantom figures of us, having a picnic in its shade, with him laughing at my attempts to cook, but he forced a bite or two down to appease me. The press had shown up, and my rock hard bao buns had gone to use by pelting reporters.
Then us taking the Airbending children to the summer carnival in the park. Meelo climbing to the top of the tree and yelling at anyone who came within three feet of it: "Arrrrgh, get away from me ship! This be my treasure!" All the while waving a fake yuan a kind vender gave him. The only way we could coax him down was the promise of a real yuan- Five to be precise.
Then the last: The Summer Solstice. There was a meteor shower and I had dragged Mako out, still half asleep and babbling something about having an early shift. I clapped a hand over his mouth until we reached the park, and I sat down on his lap, preventing him from leaving. I hushed his every attempt to start protesting, waiting for the bright, burning lights.
Finally they streaked across the sky, nearly too fast for my eyes to catch, there and gone in a blink. Mako finally stopped trying to wriggle out from under me, his body relaxing as his body curled around mine. I nuzzled my head against his, sighing into the cool night air.
The next day Mako had been late for his shift, but Lin had simply looked at him for a moment, taking in his slightly dazed expression before dismissing him for desk duty.
A flash of light flew across the sky, and I choked out a sob, curling in on myself as I wished selfishly: I wish I could stop wasting all these chances I have with him. Through the gaps in the vivid leaves, the stars winked down at me cruelly as my heavy eyelids slid shut.
A hand smoothed over my hair, and a warm sigh billowed against my cheek. I craned my neck to the source, smiling sleepily without opening my eyes, content if only for the moment.
"Korra," a voice crooned. "It's me. Open your eyes…please." The voice pleaded, and there was no way that I could say no to it.
My eyes fluttered open and met soft amber. "Mako," I gasped, scrambling to get up, "Wha-"
He covered my mouth with his, giving me a soft, lingering kiss. That drowsy, warm feeling came back, flooding my senses, and my eyes fell shut again.
"Korra, I'm sorry." His eyes were downcast, full of shame. "It's just- I just don't want to lose you. I promised myself and Bolin that after we got off the streets that we'd never have to worry about losing anyone again. Then you came along, and every single day I don't know if you're going to come home and I-"
This time I drew him in, feeling his lips move weakly against mine, trying to form the words that were spilling out of them. He shifted me into his lap, his arms around me tight and his lips against mine gentle and soft and-
Not real. I blinked against the morning sun, casting shades of orange and yellow and red over me. I sniffled, and buried my face in the familiar contour of Mako's shoulder, his red scarf tickling my nose as I breathed in deep-
I blinked in disbelief, my muscles and body tensed as the one underneath mine shifted. I felt his heart under my palm stumble and pick up speed. He played with a lock of my hair, twirling it around his finger. We said nothing for a moment, as if afraid that if we broke the silence, we wouldn't be able to fit the pieces back together.
"Korra," His voice was hoarse from sleep, and I looked up at him through my lashes. Dark bruises were smudged under his eyes from exhaustion and his skin was even paler than usual. "I-I'm sorry; it's just, I can't-"
"Mako," I stoked his cheek, rough with a day's worth of stubble and worry. "It's okay. I know."
"No, Korra, you don't. I have to tell you-" He tried again, forcing the words out.
"Mako I don't want to lose you either. Everyday I'm scared that you won't come home. I know." I sniffled and shifted so that I was eye to eye with him. "I do. I know."
He sighed, pressing his hands between my shoulder blades. I rested my forehead against his, and we simply were, frozen for a moment in time as life went on without us: Children laughing, leaves dancing, cars rumbling, and the Spirits smiling down upon us all.
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Frankly, I'm a little scared to post this because I'm not sure how you'll react considering I haven't updated in over a month. This one gave me some trouble so- please be gentle guys. School is hectic and I'm crazy. What else is new huh? Reviews are loved, the people who write them even more so.
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