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Makorra Week 2014 - Ice Queen"Aah. Being in this castle can be SOOOO boring."
Korra was sitting on her icy throne, watching the moon begin to rise from the window on her frozen balcony. She had built her castle somewhere in a deserted rural area, away from civilization. Though she hated to admit it, it sucked not being able to have someone you can talk to and to relate with. But with her being queen, she would have to live with it...for now.
"That reminds me. I have to pay someone a certain visit." she said with a smirk. She rose from her throne and walked down the halls to a door that had the doorknob frozen in place to prevent escape. She unfroze it and walked in slowly, revealing a man chained to the walls, covered with ice and stabbed with icicles, head down. The man had spiky black hair and auburn eyes. The only clothing he wore were ripped pants and shoes. His chest was bare, revealing a sturdy six-pack. Korra couldn't help but stare.
"How you holding up, flameo?" Korra asked with a hint of sarcasm. T
Makorra Week 2014 - BodyguardIt was midnight. Korra was sleeping peacefully in her bed with Naga by her side to keep her company. Korra was glad she was getting sleep for once since she continued to have nightmares of Zaheer, the Red Lotus, and all of her past enemies. However, she was awoken by Naga whining. She slowly sat herself up on the bed and placed one of her bandaged hands on Naga's soft head, petting her.
"Hey, girl. What's wrong?" Korra asked tiredly.
Naga whined some more and gestured her head towards the door of Korra's room. Outside the door was a shadow. Korra jumped at first but then calmed down when she realized who was outside her door. Korra began to move herself out of bed while Naga got her wheelchair and moved it close enough for Korra to get inside it. After successfully sitting down, Korra petted Naga's head in recognition and wheeled herself toward the door. She slid it open and turned her head to find the figure. He was sitting in on a chair and he looked very uncomfortable. He didn'
Makorra Week 2014: ReflectionA/N: I KNOW IM LATE BUT I DO NOT CARE I AM DOING THE THING
She did all she could. Hours worth of healing, and Mako would still have the pink pigment of a scar on his left arm for the rest of his life.
"I’m so sorry.", she said, dumping the water down the drain of the tub.
He sat on the edge next to her. His back was killing him with no support for the last 20 minutes.
"Heh, it’s fine. Better than losing the whole arm.", he said, trying to see the bright side.
She smiled slightly. But she knew how he was so disappointed on the inside. For the last two weeks of her trying to get rid of the scar, Mako had barely done anything with his left arm, as if he was afraid to. That his arm was a curse, and if something dare touch it…who knows.
"Mako.", she said, trying to get his attention.
"Korra, does my scar bother you?", he asked.
She paused. She look a glance at his skin. Really the only thing that changed was the color. He still had his strength, his bending, and is hand ha
Makorra Week 2014: Losing"I can’t even look at you right now Mako."
He sighed into his pillow while she sat in their bathtub, a few into the next room.
"I said I was sorry.", he said, peeking up from the pillow.
"Sorry doesn’t bring back to pregnancy test you threw out!", she exclaimed.
"I didn’t throw it out ok? I lost it.", he explained.
"How do you lose a pregnancy test?", she asked.
"When you get too excited and you drop it in the garbage."
She pinched her nose.
"You couldn’t reach into the bag to get it?", she asked.
"Well if we’re having a baby I’m gonna want to be a little more clean, won’t I?", he asked.
"Well-wait. What do you mean if? Didn’t you read it?!"
She groaned and threw her head back against the plastic tiles behind her. It hurt a bit but she didn’t care.
"Pregnancy tests aren’t cheap Mako!", she scolded.
He sighed again as he rose from their bed and walked into their bathroom. She pouted as he lowered himself
Bromotions: Scars Part 1
Seeing his parents killed right in front of him had left him feeling empty. He longed for his mother's lullabies and his father's piggy back rides. He longed for the comfort of being loved. Everyday it became harder and harder to provide for himself and Bolin. They were running out of yuans they got for their allowances, and Mako had to start working in any store that would take someone his age. It was hard to leave Bolin in alleys by himself. Everyday at Narook's Seeweed Noodlery where he cleaned floors, he thought about his brother alone, getting hurt, and it killed him. He couldn't lose him, too.
He was always relieved when he came back and saw Bolin eagerly waiting for dinner. He sat down and handed whatever food he managed to scrape up that day to Bolin and his brother ate as quickly as possible. Mako relaxed and closed his eyes, tired from the days work. He felt a cool breeze and heard his brother's teeth chatter. Mako took off the scarf he always wore, the last object his father
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