what the heckie was that book 3 finale I’m in pieces. So here’s aftermath makorra back at air temple island. this one’s for alice since….I broke my promise and wrote this fic before the other one..I’m scUM.
“Can you take this to Korra?”
Mako looks down at a tray of food unlikely to be found at air temple island: seal jerky, chicken soup, apple slices covered in cinnamon sugar, a big salad of green veggies, and some smoothie he can’t identify. Pema goes out of her way to make Korra meals high in protein and calories to try and get some of her strength back, which means she tries her handle in cooking meat. It’s been awhile, and her first attempt at seal jerky is burned, but Tenzin steps in to help since he remembers just how Katara used to make it.
It’s a tray of good food, but he doubts Korra will eat much of it.
He knew that she hated being forced to be so reliant on others. He could see it in the set of her mouth, even when though she never said a word. She never snapped at him or made smart comments when he took his turn to push her around the courtyard.
He wish she would.
He wanted to hear her tease him, call him dumb names, push his buttons, anything to show she was still alive inside.
But she didn’t.
Not for a very long time.
And then, one day, she did.
"Just because you’re a cop doesn’t mean you have to drive 20 miles under the speed limit," she said. "Come on, let’s see how fast this thing can go."
He nearly tripped. But then she looked up and him, and gave him a small smile, the kind of grin she wore before leaping into whatever crazy idea she had in her head. It was weak and a little hesitant, but it was so Korra that he wanted to cry.
Instead, he returned the smile, and ran.