Title: Nightmares
Word Count: 403
Summary: [He can't remember. | Mako. Makorra.]

Rating: T

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everyday-makorra prompt· forgotten

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Mako's body twists and turns under the dark of night. His skin broken out in a heated sweat, his bed sheets tangled, wrapped around his legs like snakes. He's still asleep, and his face contorts in anguish, his hands grip at his pillow as he goes further, deeper into the nightmare. Then, finally, he opens his eyes and jolts up, hands slamming down on the bed. He searches around the room wildly with his eyes, darkness blinding his vision. He throws the covers off and sits at the edge of the bed, taking in slow, deep breathes.

Slowly, he reaches over to the nightstand and takes the scarf off it. Holding in his hands, Mako stares at it through the darkness.

Then the scarf drops the floor and Mako holds his head, hands gripping his hair tightly.

Dammit.

"Mako?"

He can't deal with her right now.

"Go away, Korra." He says and she stands in the doorway, staring at his back. She doesn't listen, of course, and he hears her cross the room, her footsteps light on the wooden floors. She stops behind him. He doesn't turn to her.

She stares downward.

His father's scarf lies in a broken heap in front of him. A discarded, tangled mess and Korra stands behind Mako, watching his back raise and fall as he continues to breathe heavily, the sweat on his skin shinning in the light passing through the window.

She places her hand on his shoulder and he takes it immediately. Clinging to it, squeezing until her hand hurts. He holds it like a lifeline, like it's the only thing stopping him from plugging further into the nightmare that is haunting his sleepless eyes. She kneels down and tries to get him to look at her, to bring him back from whatever is plaguing his mind.

"I can't remember." He says softly, his voice shaking. "I can't remember what they look like."

Korra holds his hand tighter as he says this, unsure of what to say. Then, releasing it, she moves to be in front of him and picks up his scarf. She weaves it between his arms and wraps the red fabric around his neck carefully. His hands enclose around her back and he embraces her, driving his face into her shoulder and her hair. She does the same, her face pressed against his chest.

"I'm sorry, Mako."

That's all she can say.

:Fin:

Not really sure I liked how the voice in this one turned out. I'll have to keep trying.