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The ThrillThey burst into the attic apartment, soaked and panting.
When they entered the room, Mako gently let go of Korra's hand and walked to the near wall. She stretched her tingling fingers out.
"Electricity's out," he sighed, flipping the switch to the attic's lighting up and down to no avail.
"That was amazing!" Korra said, spinning around in the dark. Droplets of water flew off her fur-lined pelt as she whirled, spraying all over the brothers' room. Korra decided tonight that she loved rainstorms. She had never experienced anything like it before, and it thrilled her.
The two had spent the evening out in the city, aimlessly meandering through the streets. Korra had been wanting an official tour ('official' meaning the kind that showcased the coolest, hole-in-the-wall places) since she'd learned that the two brothers had lived in Republic City their entire lives. Bolin had organized the whole thing but then "mysteriously" had to meet up with some girl, leaving Mako to show Korra around all
An ImpossibilityMako had come to a conclusion about meditation:
It was impossible.
He'd been sitting in the pavilion for over five minutes, and he felt even more anxious now than when he started attempting meditation. He opened one eye and peered over at Korra. She didn't seem to be having any problems. Her legs were crossed, her fists lightly touching above her stomach. He closed his eyes again and tried to sit even straighter. How in the world was she clearing her mind? She'd explained it all to him before they sat down, sure, but that didn't help. Not when she was here sitting next to him.
With Korra around, relaxation was impossible.
She was there. Right there. If he stretched out his hand, he'd be touching her. Touching her! And honestly, even if she were further away, even if she wasn't sitting next to him, it would make no difference. He couldn't get her out of his head. Frankly, he hadn't been able to get her out of his head since they met. Ergo, clearing his mind was impossible.
Korra was gor
Practice Makes PerfectThe arena was gorgeous at night, and Korra didn't know if she'd ever get used to the sight of it.
She had been tossing and turning in her bed unable to sleep for over an hour and had finally given up. Now she sat in her room, elbows propped up on her windowsill, staring at the arena, trying to relax. She wanted this constant irritation and doubt that had plagued her all day to just go away, but even the beauty of the arena's lights sparkling off the water didn't seem to be helping her forget her troubles.
It had been another rough day of training with Tenzin and the kids.
It was indeed true that something had clicked inside Korra, and after days of frustration, she could finally airbend. It was also quite true that she wasn't very good at it.
No matter what she did, it didn't seem like the rawness, the pureness, the sheer power of airbending was there for her. Tenzin kept trying to tell her that all she needed to do was practice more meditation, but that didn't make any sense. She wasn
Celebration"Mako, why'd you hafta do that?!" Bolin growled, slamming his crossed arms firmly over his chest. He was quite upset at his brother, and for very good reason.
The Fire Ferrets had been having a perfectly lovely evening at the bar, celebrating their latest victory. There had been much laughing, dancing, and heavy drinking (all of those being strictly Korra-and-Bolin activities). Mako had been content slowly nursing his drink, relishing in the win and their happiness. Things started going south, however, when Bolin had sauntered away from their table to make an attempt at wooing another fangirl. Having lost her drinking buddy, Korra proceeded to get louder and more raucous, arguing with a Tigerdillos fan, standing on top of their table, making a scene, and somehow managing to catch the attention of the usually mellow bar owner.
Before the three got into serious trouble, Mako had grabbed Korra's arm, Bolin's collar, and the last bits of his reputation and dragged the two of the
Center of AttentionThe club pulsed with a vibrant, palpable energy, and this made Mako rather grumpy.
After winning their semi-finals match and advancing to the championship game, Korra and Bolin had insisted on going out to celebrate. Sure, Mako was ecstatic that they had dominated the Buzzard Wasps, but he didn't particularly see the need to 'go public' with his emotions regarding the tournament. His teammates disagreed wholeheartedly, and had somehow succeeded in dragging him out to the popular Moon Peach jazz club on the west side of the city.
His idea of a celebration was something a bit more quiet, more relaxing, without all the people, and it certainly was packed tonight. When they'd arrived, there had been a substantial number of people, but once word got out that the Avatar was out at the Moon Peach, people came flooding in. Honestly, Mako just wanted to spend time alone with Korra. But he refused to join in and dance, so he stood on the side of the action, leaning against the
TeamworkShe'd never felt more exhausted in her life.
Her entire life had been devoted to bending, working on techniques and training and pushing her body to its limits. She'd felt fatigued before, of course, but right now she just felt tired.
So very tired.
Korra's knees were nearly buckling under Bolin's weight as she and Mako carried him up the stairs together to the brothers' home. Each step she took made her legs shake with the extra burden. Bolin's arms were wrapped around each of their shoulders, but he, too, was miserably drained of energy, and was still pretty out of it. He couldn't support his own body, and after the night he'd experienced, Korra couldn't blame him. He slipped in and out of consciousness easily, but she wished he would just stay asleep.
Bolin screamed every time he awoke from his dreams. It made Korra cringe, unwilling to imagine the torture that he had been through.
She didn't want to think about it.
Bolin's boots banged against each step as they cl
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