The rain pitter-pattered against the window-pane. It was around noon-time, she guessed, but the sky was so dark, the clouds were so thick and the sun was so… not there- it might as well have been eleven in the evening.

Contrary to popular belief, even though the rain fell under the jurisdiction of her most natural element, she felt gloomy. There weren’t many days where Korra could willingly sit and do nothing, and today was definitely not one of those days. 

A sigh escaped her lips as she thumped her head against the window.

Unbeknownst to her, a very familiar figure had crept into her room and tip-toed behind her. Without missing a beat, a pair of arms gently wrapped around her waist and Korra yelped in surprise.

She was about to demand to be released when he buried himself into the crook of her neck. The will to oppose left her.

A faint smell of burnt wood emitted from his body, and she knew he had been helping Bolin with his pro-bending team. Even though it was no longer his career, he still made time in his hectic schedule for his brother.

“Missed you today,” he mumbled from behind.

The corners of her lips quirked upwards into an amused smile. 

“Missed you too,” she said, leaning her head back against his head.

A moment passed and - “Let’s go spar!”

If Mako had been anybody else, his jaw would have hit the ground. Instead, he let go of her waist, took a step back, crossed his arms and gave her one of his deadpan looks.

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, Korra, but it’s sort of… I don’t know, raining outside.”

Mako made a gesture towards the window with his head.

“You know… precipitation and fire-benders don’t really mix…”

Korra turned around and shot him a look.

“No way! And here I thought we were getting snowed in!”

Mako blanched at her sarcastic retort while she continued to eye him expectantly.

“Fine.”

Oh, the things he did for love.

tahnoo:

Yeah guys, I ship makorra. And right now… well, this episode shot me right in the heart.

I am currently dying, but more importantly… Tahorra will heal. Let me just sail on the Tahorra ship until I get better.

LOLOL. AHMAGADDD. I don’t feel safe with howrra anymore either okay D:

IT’S OKAY, WE CAN GET THROUGH THIS TOGETHER.

Put fanfiction in my inbox, because you love me (:

Or in-character questions! Or prompts.

http://korra-theleaf.tumblr.com/ask

Sorry I’ve been kind of dead today.

Because, you know, I totally didn’t just ALL-OUT on that writing yesterday.

Oh wait, I did. LOL ANYWAY.

I was busy going through all of my posts and finding my writing!

A lot of you guys were asking if I had them consolidated, but I didn’t, ‘TILL NOW.

http://korra-theleaf.tumblr.com/tagged/fics

I went back and tagged them all with “fics”.

So it’s all the big ones and the small scenes, though there aren’t very many of those!

I hope I made your lives a bit easier XD

AND I’M GOING TO SHAMELESSLY PLUG MYSELF IN RIGHT HERE:

http://korra-theleaf.tumblr.com/post/23092027256/resistance

Read it. Seriously.

When had they begun to fight a losing war?

She couldn’t quite remember. The numbers were never clear to her, but she never thought… never thought that it would be so bad. Were people really so tormented on the inside? Had the benders really done so much harm to the non-bender population that they formed such a huge uprising? So huge that their side out-numbered the benders…

Was there really a non-bender civilian? It sure as hell didn’t seem like it.

Korra never saw it coming.

She thought it was over, finally over. They didn’t kill Amon, no. That was the last thing they wanted to do. They had him bound and restrained, hidden behind barred and padded walls. The council hoped to appease the equalist cause, prove that they wouldn’t take things too far and that they were people too.

Some hoped that he would never get to see the light of day, ever again. She hoped, in all honesty, that he would eventually overcome his issues and have a life.

Wishful thinking was wishful thinking.

The resistance continued.

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