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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 throug

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 afte

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. R

WhiteSummer had hit Republic City with a vengeance.

Mako wasn't one to complain, though. After all the time he and Bolin had spent on the streets, he'd come to cherish the heat. A lot of his memory of those years had faded away, but some impressions were sharp. Smells, feelings. He remembered those hard winters they had spent, the two of them cuddling together at night underneath their bridge in the park to get out of the wind as much as they could. Countless nights Bolin would doze off with his head on Mako's shoulder, his teeth chattering so loudly that Mako couldn't sleep.

Awake and on edge, he would stoke the fire with his bending, eyes wary

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 expe

InstinctsIt was so frustrating.

The Rabbiroos' firebender was actually putting up a fight. He was a really good pro-bender. Not as good as Mako, but definitely more of a challenge than his thin, wiry appearance had led Korra to believe.

She was stuck against the railing in Zone Three as he fought against her, hurling blasts of bright fire her way in rapid succession. It was taking nearly all of her energy to draw up water from the grate in front of her to lash away the attacks. He was bending too fast for her to get an attack in herself. She growled in frustration each time. Her instincts begged her to stop being an idiot and just use her firebendin

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

Out of Control - Part 3She was falling.

She whizzed past blurs of light, reaching out for somebody, something, nobody at all. Stars. Darkness seeped everywhere, into everything. She cried out but her voice was smothered by the cosmos as she tumbled down, through, into.

Her descent slowed, and her body righted itself, toes making contact with some kind of surface. It was invisible. All was stars and all was dark. She breathed in the colors, heard the shine, tasted home. She looked up and saw herself, huge and beautiful and terrifying, eyes glowing white, brighter than any sun.

"Korra. We finally meet."

She knew that voice. It felt like she was speaking to hersel

Out of Control - Part 2"C'mon, girl," Korra urged in a low voice. "Faster."

Naga raced through the dirty streets of Republic City, skidding as she turned the corners. Korra leaned over her, bouncing in the saddle, the reins tight in her grip. The air rushed against her face, sending her hair flying back behind her and filling her lungs with the city's polluted air.

How could she let this happen? She had to get there now. She had to go faster. She had to.

Bolin.

…Mako.

She pushed Naga into a sprint.

She'd never been on this side of the city, and she could see why. It was an old industrial center, back from when the city first took root, and most of the bu

Out of Control - Part 1"I'm sorry I'm late!" Korra rushed into the gym, strapping the last of her protective gear on her forearm. Her two teammates were currently working on some strength training. Bolin was doing push-ups, counting out in grunts. Mako paused his lunges, stood, and glared. She knew he was going to be mad at her. He was always mad at her these days.

"You're beyond late. We only have ten minutes of practice time left," he said, gesturing at the gym's clock. She couldn't dispute this. She was late to practice. Again. At least she had an excuse. It was the usual excuse that she'd been using the past few weeks, but it was an excuse nonetheless. She put

Fate... or SomethingAs he leapt forward, his inner fire building up inside his fist for the final attack, for the win, Mako thought absently how this must have been fate… or something. After all, he had been waiting for this moment, and the knowing look of defeat in Tahno's eyes satisfied him immensely.

This is what he'd been waiting for.

Mako had never liked the Wolfbat's waterbender. He was cocky and undeservedly so. But the truth of the matter was that Mako did not like many people, and this was not a new phenomenon, so he had always simply ignored Tahno whenever they passed in the arena or saw each other out. It wasn't that hard to pretend he didn't e

Safety NetMako woke to the sounds of screaming.

No, it wasn't really screaming— it was more of a horrible, ear-piercing, infantile screeching, the same exact sound that had plagued him every night and every day for the past two months. He groaned.

Reika was crying again. And he was not surprised. He'd been listening to her screeching all night long. She'd finally tuckered out a few hours ago but was back at it again, lungs as powerful as ever.

As his body slowly started waking up, his eyelids trying desperately to open, he felt a body stirring next to him and heard a familiar muffled moan against his back. Korra must have gotten home during one

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

Dates - Makorra and BosamiDates

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Mako was trying his damnedest to not pay attention to the perverted leader of the Wolfbats leering at Korra, but he just couldn't. Every few practice punches he threw, he was looking over his shoulder and observing the scene with an obvious glint in his amber irises. Tahno was standing off to the side of the training room with the rest of his group, sending Korra hungry looks as he watched her spar with Bolin, however, she didn't seem to notice, or she was just ignoring him. It was sick, and it was annoying the Firebender to no end – for more than one reason than the fact that it was completely inappropriate. He hated that Ta

Falling - Makorra~Falling

~P~

Korra raced around the rink, twirling and spinning around like the talented ice skater she was. Around her, people of every age and size skated in the spacious rink of Republic City Park. Snow surrounded them all, cold nipping at their cheeks, but no one paid it any mind – they were all having too much fun, enraptured in their friends and families.

The Avatar was glad to be back in her natural element – though the winters in Republic City were nowhere near as harsh at the ones in the South Pole, they were still pretty cold. And she loved it! Skating up to her Earthbending friend, she did a circle around the leisurely

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Fate... or SomethingAs he leapt forward, his inner fire building up inside his fist for the final attack, for the win, Mako thought absently how this must have been fate… or something. After all, he had been waiting for this moment, and the knowing look of defeat in Tahno's eyes satisfied him immensely.

This is what he'd been waiting for.

Mako had never liked the Wolfbat's waterbender. He was cocky and undeservedly so. But the truth of the matter was that Mako did not like many people, and this was not a new phenomenon, so he had always simply ignored Tahno whenever they passed in the arena or saw each other out. It wasn't that hard to pretend he didn't e

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 throug

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Started off as a two separate sketches when I was practicing some battle poses. It eventually turned into Korra and Mako sparring, AS THEY DO. Pro-bending practice, maybe? WHAT CAN I SAY, I'M OBSESSED WITH THIS SHOW AND THIS COUPLE AND I'VE ONLY SEEN TWO EPISODES. I HAVE TO FEED THE OBSESSION.

Please ignore the crappy parts. (*cough*Mako'sface*cough*)

LAZY BACKGROUNDS ARE INDEED LAZY.

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Korra and Mako (c) Bryke.

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~Mids13 Apr 4, 2012 Student Writer

Agreed that the show is amazing^__^

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~pink-affinity Apr 4, 2012

WAITING IS SO HARD.

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