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MW13 :: Spirits IEyes like polished lapis lazuli stones passed him over in idle consideration. A fleeting look of curiosity before swiftly replaced with casual indifference. No deep love, no hint of recognition. He was a nameless face.MW13 :: Spirits I by chromeknickers
Where had he heard that before?
“I’m sorry, but do I know you?” Korra’s brow was knitted in concern, but those blue eyes of hers were registering nothing.
She didn’t recognise him at all.
“Korra, I know this is hard to believe, but my name is Mako. Ronin has put a spell over the world to make people forget me. He took my youth. That’s why I look like this, so o-old.” He floundered. “We—you and I—we’re boyfriend and girlfriend.”
Korra was silent for a moment, eyes crinkling in kind scepticism. “I see . . . Mako, is it?” He nodded. “Please, come take a seat here with me and we can discuss this in a more calmly fashion.”
He quirked an eyebrow but said nothing, obediently fo
MW13 :: ReminisceThe illusion was spreading, travelling across the four nations like the spangled oceans. A fish at home in that sea, Ronin swam its waters, bringing the fantasy with him. Shrouding. Blanketing. Deceiving.MW13 :: Reminisce by chromeknickers
The flickering lights of humanity protested feebly, but they could not thwart his will. No one could, except him. If he only knew. But he didn’t know, couldn’t possibly know, not with how so much had changed over the last few millennia.
Ronin couldn’t kill the boy himself, not with his own hand. Instead, he would have to let time and misery do his work for him. Nor could Ronin alter the past or even affect the future’s portents. Such things were impossible, even for him.
So like his predecessor, Ronin would blanket the world in the greatest illusion ever known to man: there would be no such thing as the Avatar.
All was serene at the temple, relaxing and peaceful. However, Mako felt anything but relaxed or at peace. In fact, he felt tense, agitated and an
MW13 :: HolidayGolden eyes flashed open in a panic.MW13 :: Holiday by chromeknickers
He couldn’t breathe.
He couldn’t move.
Suddenly his body began to rebel, expelling ice cold liquid up and out of his oesophagus. He gasped for air as he coughed, choking on the remnants of water still clogged in his throat. His lungs were burning with the strain of breathing, but he fought through the pain and inhaled the precious oxygen.
His entire body felt frozen from head to toe. A sharp pain stabbed at his heart and his abdomen and he groaned in agony that sounded more like a wounded whimper. It felt as though his flesh was being pierced by a thousand icy needles all at once, but he was alive.
He was alive?
Mako coughed hoarsely. His head was pounding miserably. He lifted his cheek from the water and tried to see where he was. The sky was a bruised purple silk, a thousand subtle blues and indigos woven into the tapestry of the fading night. A pale dome of yellow was struggling to rise above the horizon, lighting a path to the beach
MW13 :: Winter“Good morning.”MW13 :: Winter by chromeknickers
Mako dropped a kiss atop Korra’s head. Her hair was still matted from sleep and she had a slightly glazed over expression, but she turned her head to look up at him, morning blue eyes crinkling into a smile.
“G’morning,” she murmured, lifting up on her toes to nuzzle her nose against his.
Breakfast tea forgotten, her pulled her in close before gently pecking at her bow-shaped lips that were just begging to be kissed.
“Shusssssh!” Bolin hissed from the kitchen table, his head half-buried in his arms. “Would you two stop canoodling so loudly!”
Mako bit back a grin and slipped an arm around Korra’s shoulders. “Rough night, Bro?”
“It feels like there’s a woodpecker in my brain.”
The celebration in honour of the Avatar has lasted three days and nights, and Bolin had made it a point to accompany Mako and Korra to each event, regardless of how early practice was the next morn