Noun: A cold, blunt, sometimes a jerk, fire wielding,
[ tracking: redmako ]
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Zasha looked down sadly, memories of the day she died flashing through her eyes. She closed her eyes and repressed the memories, not needing to think of that right then. She was here now and she needed to convince Mako that she was his mother. Even if he hated her afterwards. He needed to know she was back and she wanted to help him in any way she could.
She took a deep breath and opened her eyes, raising her face to look at him again. “You’re right. I did. Ten years ago. With your father. It was the…going out that night was the worst mistake of my life and I am so sorry Mako.” She took a small step forward. “If I could take that night back I would. I would take it back and make everything better.”
“But I can’t do that. The Spirits wouldn’t allow it…but they did allow this. A chance to see you and your brother again.” she whispered. She reached out and gently cupped his face in her hand. She smoothed his cheek with her thumb as she looked at him. “You’ve grown up so much. So handsome. Just like you father.” she could barely get the words out.
How could she possibly know about that night? Was she stalking him? Digging up his past? But for what reason? Although her eyes generally expressed an expression that would break his heart, the fire bender found no good reason to harbor any sympathy to the woman who has the audacity to say that she’s his late mother. For the most part, he felt betrayal, anger, and confusion. If, by chance, she does happen to be his mother, why would she come back now? Why not ten years ago when he and Bolin needed her the most? Did she have a heart of stone to just simply throw away her children?
It was clear that this lady was giving a false statement that did nothing but swivel the emotions within him. His mother was not cold hearted, she would never leave them. Mako’s rage flared as he felt the flames flicker through his fingertips. The profound spite shown in his amber eyes threw daggering stares at the woman. The anger that’s rarely depicted was enough for him to feel his blood boil. “Stop” The tone of voice that he used was cold and harsh.
Her soft touches and benevolent words were ignored by the fire bender as he took her fingers and held it against his own. “My mother wouldn’t leave us alone. My mother loved us. My mother…” Mako’s breath hitched, feeling the soft salty water build up on the edge of his eyes. With his sharp gaze peering through the woman, he gripped on her hands before callously brushing it off his ivory cheeks. “….is not you!” The malice that coated his tone reverberated and he didn’t know why or how, but he felt his heart break.
Zasha held the scarf to her chest as he moved closer. She planned on giving it back. But she had missed seeing this little item wrapped around Ning’s neck and just wanted to hold it a moment longer. She couldn’t believe Mako had held onto it all this time. But she supposed it meant a lot to him, just like it meant a lot to her. Even if the meaning was different, it was still important to them.
The woman smiled gently when he confirmed that he was indeed her eldest son. She moved a little closer to him, just taking a couple steps towards him. “You’ve grown up so well. So handsome and strong.” she said softly, her eyes sad and gentle as she looked him over. “And I was the one that picked out your name. I should hope I know it.”
The reluctant expression that she displayed made him grow curious. She held it with much care and it made the fire bender wonder why. It was like she was hit with the revelations of resurfaced sentiments. What could the scarf possibly mean to her? It held many emotions to him, but she was nothing more but a stranger. A stranger with a face that made his heart race with sorrow. Mako waited for the older female to return his scarf, only to see the sadness within her familiar eyes. Why did he suddenly feel sympathetic with the gaze that she expressed?
Mako grew timid with the following words that she spewed. Though it was meant as a compliment, he wondered how this woman knows what he looked like when he was just a young sapling. Her alleged statement made him gasp. Was this woman trying to impose that she’s his mother? While her face seemed too familiar, he knows what the truth is. The truth that he’s been holding on for decades was the execution of his mother right before him and surely this woman’s supposed allegations are false. His brows furrowed as he harshly took back his scarf. “I don’t know who you are but your implication is ticking me off.” The fire bender didn’t bother keeping his manners. This woman was mocking his deceased mother and he wasn’t going to take that very lightly.
((sorry for the late reply!))
Zasha’s hands felt the soft fabric slip over her fingers as Mako tugged the scarf from her hold. Without thought she scrambled to reclaim a hold on it but quickly withdrew her hands as she realized what she had been doing. She clutched her hands to her chest staring at the scarf for a moment before looking at Mako’s face. His words hit her and she took a couple steps back.
“Mako…” she swallowed, looking his face over for some small hint of kindness and warmth. “You know who I am….I’m your mother.” she said softly, regaining her composure. She stepped forward again. “You know I am, even if it seems impossible.”
((It’s fine.))
The madness on her supposed facts were nothing more but a mere pretentious statement to him. She spoke of lies that bore no fruit. Why was she even trying to impose such a statement? Mako’s amber eyes scrutinized her whole being. Who does she think she is to say something as bold as that? “My mother is dead, she died protecting me and my brother.” His reply came out cold and harsh. The recollections itself pricked his heart with tiny needles.
There was no need to remember the death of their parents. The happy memories were more than enough. However, this woman was making it rather difficult for him to suppress the wretched reminiscences.
Despite knowing the truth, his belief still faltered for a moment. She has the eyes that’s too familiar for him to forget. The face and the expression that she gave out gave him sentiments that was long forgotten. Mako questioned himself for a minute but compelled the thought from rising. There was no way that this woman could be his mother. No way, because that would mean that his mother left him and Bolin to feed for themselves. It would mean that she left them there to die. And he wouldn’t accept that fact because he would rather have the image of his loving mother inside his head, permanent.
The woman looked oddly familiar. Like he had seen her somewhere. Like she was someone close to him. No - he wouldn’t admit it. He won’t accept it. This was just a coincidence and surely the thoughts that filled his corrupted mind are false. Still, the resemblance was too similar to not get a tad apprehensive. The words that she voiced out even sounded recognizable. No, stop thinking this way – she’s dead! For a moment he had to remind himself that the woman that stood before him is not and will never, be his dead mother.
The fire bender reluctantly sauntered closer to reach for his scarf. Just seeing her hold the scarf gave him emotions that he had long forgotten. Suddenly, Mako stopped from his tracks and glanced at the stranger with an impassive expression. “How do you know my name..?” The sound of his name coming out of her mouth almost made him shutter. His brows creased as he endeavored to reason any logical justification for this unexpected incident. Mako refuses to believe his current assumptions due to the fact that he, first handedly, saw his own parents die.
Zasha held the scarf to her chest as he moved closer. She planned on giving it back. But she had missed seeing this little item wrapped around Ning’s neck and just wanted to hold it a moment longer. She couldn’t believe Mako had held onto it all this time. But she supposed it meant a lot to him, just like it meant a lot to her. Even if the meaning was different, it was still important to them.
The woman smiled gently when he confirmed that he was indeed her eldest son. She moved a little closer to him, just taking a couple steps towards him. “You’ve grown up so well. So handsome and strong.” she said softly, her eyes sad and gentle as she looked him over. “And I was the one that picked out your name. I should hope I know it.”
The reluctant expression that she displayed made him grow curious. She held it with much care and it made the fire bender wonder why. It was like she was hit with the revelations of resurfaced sentiments. What could the scarf possibly mean to her? It held many emotions to him, but she was nothing more but a stranger. A stranger with a face that made his heart race with sorrow. Mako waited for the older female to return his scarf, only to see the sadness within her familiar eyes. Why did he suddenly feel sympathetic with the gaze that she expressed?
Mako grew timid with the following words that she spewed. Though it was meant as a compliment, he wondered how this woman knows what he looked like when he was just a young sapling. Her alleged statement made him gasp. Was this woman trying to impose that she’s his mother? While her face seemed too familiar, he knows what the truth is. The truth that he’s been holding on for decades was the execution of his mother right before him and surely this woman’s supposed allegations are false. His brows furrowed as he harshly took back his scarf. “I don’t know who you are but your implication is ticking me off.” The fire bender didn’t bother keeping his manners. This woman was mocking his deceased mother and he wasn’t going to take that very lightly.
((sorry for the late reply!))
Zasha had taken to spending most of her time at Republic City park, watching the families around the area. She remembered always taking the boys here, feeding the turtleducks with Bolin, flying kites with Mako. And Mako’s first few fire bending lessons with her. Spirits how she missed them, her boys, her family. She missed her time with them.
She was walking along the park when something landed on her head. She reached up and grabbed it, holding it tightly. She looked at it and her warm eyes widened. It was Ning’s scarf. She swallowed and looked around when she heard the voice apologizing. She looked at Mako and held the scarf tighter. “It’s fine. No need to apologize.” she bit her lip gently. “You’re…Mako, right?”
The woman looked oddly familiar. Like he had seen her somewhere. Like she was someone close to him. No - he wouldn’t admit it. He won’t accept it. This was just a coincidence and surely the thoughts that filled his corrupted mind are false. Still, the resemblance was too similar to not get a tad apprehensive. The words that she voiced out even sounded recognizable. No, stop thinking this way – she’s dead! For a moment he had to remind himself that the woman that stood before him is not and will never, be his dead mother.
The fire bender reluctantly sauntered closer to reach for his scarf. Just seeing her hold the scarf gave him emotions that he had long forgotten. Suddenly, Mako stopped from his tracks and glanced at the stranger with an impassive expression. “How do you know my name..?” The sound of his name coming out of her mouth almost made him shutter. His brows creased as he endeavored to reason any logical justification for this unexpected incident. Mako refuses to believe his current assumptions due to the fact that he, first handedly, saw his own parents die.
The stroll around Republic City was something that he needed. After the stressing duties that they had to handle, he deserved to take a little breather. The thought of going to the park pleased him. Originally the plan was for him and his brother to go play around at the park, do some sports even. However, Bolin chose to stay at home to take care of Rohan, so in short, the fire bender had to walk alone. Not that he didn’t like walking in solitude…he just, particularly wanted to have the company of his little brother. It’s been a while since they’ve had a family bonding time and it would’ve been nice but Mako understood that Tenzin and Pema needed some help around the house so he couldn’t just simply object.
Mako shivered as a gush of wind blew his way. The weather was said to be windy but he hadn’t expected it to be this windy. Again the wind blew harsher, this time blowing off the scarf around his neck. Amber eyes suddenly opened before chasing after the fabric. No, he couldn’t just let his father’s momentum disappear just like that! The chase started out calm but Mako became frantic the moment he saw it glide away faster. And before he could even reach out to it, the scarf landed on some stranger’s head. The fire bender took it as a sign to walk quickly. Upon reaching the girl, Mako stood there pondering how to explain. “Sorry…” inelegantly, he apologized.
