Title: Anew
Word Count: 434
Summary: [It's a place for them to begin anew. Mako and Korra. Makorra.]
Rating: K
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everyday-makorra prompt· new
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There's something about the greenhouses that excites her.
The air is hot and sticky; humid from the heat of the sun and the water sprayed over the various plants that grow around her. Korra picks another lychee fruit from the tree, places the smooth skin to her nose and smells the sweet scent. She places it into the basket beside her, and proceeds to pick the others.
"Need some help?"
Halfway into reaching for another fruit, Korra tilts her head past the branches of the tree to see Mako standing between the rows of green vegetation. He stays there, bringing a hand up to the scarf around his neck to let some of the heat out: he obviously wasn't prepared for the heat. Placing a hand on his hip, he stares at her. Waiting for her answer.
"Lose the coat and the scarf first, you'll overheat yourself." She says, pointing at his clothes. She reaches up and pulls the ripened fruit off the tree, the leave rustling as the branches shake. "You can help me with the basket."
He loses the clothes, and soon he's standing below her, putting fruit into the small woven bin.
"So," Korra says, handing him a piece of fruit. "What do you think of the island?"
"It's great!" Mako says. He takes the fruit and pauses, collecting his thoughts before putting it in the basket. Climbing the ladder to reach the higher pieces, Korra can just hear Mako as he sighs and says under his breath:
"It's a big change from the city, that's for sure."
Taking some fruit from the tree, Korra heads down the ladder, turns around and sits upon its wooden rungs. He takes the fruit from her.
"Do you miss it?" she asks him, "The city?"
Mako fills the basket and sets it down, his hand lingering on the edges of the woven frame.
"No, I don't." he says. "This place… it's a way for Bolin and me to start anew. Away from the city."
He turns in his spot, watching her watch him amongst the rush of green.
"You brought us here. So, thanks." He says.
He takes his scarf and jacket and heads for the entrance. She jumps from the ladder, grabs the basket handle and runs to be beside him. The smell of sweetened fruit fills the air around them. She smiles, looking at the fruit softly. Then she lightly leans against his shoulder, and he raises an eyebrow. Her smile widens and she can't help but give a small laugh as she runs ahead of him to the kitchen.
"You're welcome."
:Fin:
Slowly making my way through these prompts…. Slowly…
I don't really care for how this one turned out, but I need to keep my writing in shape so it'll have to do.