You Kissed Me Back

this one is a little bit longer than i would've liked, definitely. i feel as though i have a long ways to go trying to perfectly characterize them all; it's getting there. work with me here? & please review.

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Vignette 9: Fireflakes

Mako had stayed indoors for almost a week straight after Bolin clumsily sprained his ankle trying an earthbending move he learned from a street gypsy Mako instructed him to stay away from. And maybe the injury itself wasn't all bad, but Mako found that he couldn't stop his worry from bubbling over, and doting over Bolin seemed to help for the most part.

And he wasn't by himself the whole time. Almost every day after airbending training, Korra would arrive to the brother's home bearing some kind of gift. Today, though, she brought nothing.

Upon opening the door, Mako raised an eyebrow. "Korra, you know you don't have to come everyday. I can handle this myself."

Korra grinned cheekily, pushing him aside to come in. Bolin was seated comfortably in a cushion seat, with his injured leg propped up. "Of course I do. You aren't the only mother hen around." She pinched Mako's cheek playfully before walking over to Bolin, who laughed.

"And how is momma's boy? Feeling any better today, hm?" She said, leaning over the seat to stroke the top of Bolin's head like a cat. He swatted her hand away and smiled widely at her, and then Mako.

"Yes, Mother Mako has taken extra care of me today. I should be up and ready by tomorrow Mother Korra." He said teasingly, sending an amused look at a flustered Mako.

"Splendid!" Korra exclaimed sarcastically. Leaning upright again, she clapped her hands together excitedly. "Then I was thinking we should have a sleepover—not having practice with you guys anymore makes the days incredibly boring."

"No—no way are you spending the night. Korra, just—no." Mako shook his head and immediately began to nudge Korra closer to the door, with full intentions of putting her on the opposite side of it.

She laughed again, grasping Mako's pushing hands in hers. "Don't be such a downer, we're a team, right? We're supposed to do everything together." Still laughing, she pulled the firebender's head downwards and whispered in his ear, "I even promise to behave..."

The bright pink tint on Mako's face only served to start another fit of laughs for Korra and Bolin. "K-Korra! Will you stop—"

"Hey, hey Mako—I'm the sick one, right? I think I'll be needing someone to fluff my pillow. Korra should stay. " Bolin interjected, taking way too much enjoyment in Mako's angry glares.

Korra side-stepped him, patting Mako on the back a bit too roughly. "Looks like you just got overruled."


The sheets covering Bolin began to pool around his legs as the larger man kept shaking with laughter. "Alright, alright, my turn. Favorite food."

Korra coughed into her hand, adjusting the blanket she partially sat on by throwing her tanned over it. She never noticed Mako flush. "Um...sometimes, if I feel fancy I like to eat giant sea crabs."

Bolin grinned and licked his lips. "Delicious! And you know me, I love water tribe noodles." Korra grinned back.

But in the awkward pause following, Korra's grin slipped away quickly. "Mako, it's your turn."

Mako crossed his arms over his chest, opting to glance out the nearest window. "Uh, I don't have a favorite food."

"Lies! He's in love with fireflakes." Bolin interjected.

"I am not!"

"Fireflakes?" Korra's eyes twinkled. "You like the spicier foods, huh? And sizzle crisps too?"

Bolin nearly sat up from his seat. "Are you kidding? He loves that stuff! I've caught him so many times with them as a late night snack. I think he has his own secret stash around here somewhere!"

At this Korra erupted into another fit of laughter.

Mako flushed and spat angrily, "Bo, shut up! You eat them when I'm not looking too; I know you do!"

"I do not!"

"You do too!"

And while the brotherly argument continued, the sneaky Korra thought it clever to slip her hand under the couch Bolin was propped up on, and sure enough, her hands found plastic.

"Uh, boys..." They both looked up, blushing, and embarrassed. Then, all at once, both boys lunged at her to wrestle the snacks out of her hands. Tears spilled out of Korra's laughing eyes, as the spicy snack food was thrashed around and covered their heads like confetti.


What's this? All followers and no reviews? How am I supposed to know this stuff isn't garbage...ahaha...well, please tell me what ya think! ~SQ