Cries filled the air. Loud ones. Ones that Korra had come to recognize as whines of hunger. Groggy from being pulled from a state of deep sleep, the Avatar sat up from where she’d been napping on the couch. Both hands raised to rub at her tired eyes, palms massaging her sore sockets. “Alright, alright,” she said indignantly, rising uneasily to her feet as she followed the cries through the living room and around a corner to the room of her now weeping son. She’d barely grasped reality when she walked over the threshold and found Akiak, her six month old boy, weeping in his crib. Thick tears ran down his chubby, flustered cheeks, his spiked black tresses matted to his forehead from what Korra recognized as a sweat. “I’m so sorry,” she managed as she moved swiftly from the doorframe to the crib, swooping Akiak up into her arms and cradling him against her chest. He nearly silenced immediately, the warmth of his mother calming and sweet. A smile took it’s place over Korra’s face, her eyes shutting as she rocked Akiak back and forth in her arms, humming low enough for his ears only. “I’m so sorry I couldn’t come here faster,” she apologized again, grabbing a nearby blanket to swathe her child in.
Married life had been a difficult one for Korra to adjust to. Her freedom as she knew it had been immediately compromised with adult responsibilities and time schedules that she had to adapt to. And the wait for Mako to come home from work as a cop was a difficult one. She’d been married at a very early and tender age to her ex-teammate, their engagement blessed by Tonraq, Senna, and his parents. His parents. The memory of her journey to the spirit world for their blessing brought hot, stinging tears to her eyes now. She wiped furiously with the back of her hand, frustrated. She remembered all too well the smiling faces of the young couple, their eyes glistening with tears as Korra pleaded with them, begging. It wasn’t much of a fight; they’d watched her since the day she’d come into his life and they recognized how happy she made their son. They agreed immediately, talked about probending, discussed cake flavors. Relative things. In law things.
A coo from Akiak brought her back from it all, and she snapped to attention, giving her small boy a grin. “Time for dinner, hm?” A rhetorical statement as she studied the features of the bouncing bundle of joy before her. Chubbed cheeks, a button nose, and a light mahogany shade of skin; the perfect shade between Korra’s and Mako’s. Amber eyes that stared knowingly up at the woman before him, a woman who’d loved him unconditionally and irrevocably since the day he’d been brought to the world. Curious fingers that reached for her smiling face, ones that she took between her slender own and kissed and nibbled on, growing playfully.
“Come on,” she said as she swerved on her heel to leave his room, “let’s get you bathed and fed before daddy comes home.”
The day dragged on longer than he thought. There were many occasions when the idea of ditching work came to play. Of course he would never take the gamble of leaving, mostly because he respects Lin. Though he figured it was mostly fright than respect, still, he’d rather not take the chance of receiving a good disciplining from his chief. The countless of meetings regarding of the uprising gangs that roamed around Republic City was putting the Chief to her edge and he endeavored on safely working his way through her wrath. Although it’s nothing that the metal benders can’t handle, being included in the task force meant that he’s required to be there despite not needing his assistance.
So it wouldn’t be a mystery if he starts getting weary with the constant time consuming meetings. Spirits, he’s not even needed and most of the time, he would find himself day dreaming about his wife and child at home. Even though his domesticated life is still something that he’s striving to get accustomed to, he still would rather be there than listen to the repetitive lectures. At least at home, he has the company of his loving wife and child. With a sigh, Mako rubbed his eyes, letting the back of his hands gently ease the heaviness that’s gradually pulling his eyes close. The clock had barely ticked eight but he’s been there since dawn, what more do they want from him? They were doing more meetings than actually trying to catch the bad guys!
“…Got it?” The stern tone caught his attention, making him flinch from his spot. A soft murmur of agreement escaped his lips as the other officers hollered out their affirmations. The fire bender found no reason to drop his façade, so instead of saying otherwise, he played it safe. Sounds of chairs screeching the pavement hit his ears, signaling the conclusion of their meeting. Mako stood up from his chair upon seeing the other officers leave one by one. Following were gestures of valedictions while each individual set their path on a different route.
His saunter was sluggish, almost dragging his feet across the cemented ground. All the while, the fire bender’s mind clouded with the nagging inquiries of the previous meeting. A scowl would etch across his face, evidently showing that nothing came to mind whenever he vexed himself to remember anything that the chief had said. What did he recall? Mako recalls day dreaming about his and Korra’s wedding. Of course there were obstacles that he had to face before getting the approval that he needed. The recollections of his talk with all the respective men in Korra’s life were one of the things that he had to face. It was a success, to say the least. Well…he isn’t dead so that’s a good start. Though, for a moment he could’ve sworn that Tonraq was plotting something against him. The fire bender shook his head with the thought. The plot didn’t matter now that he’s married to Korra.
Reminiscent of their wedding day flooded his mind following with a ludicrous grin playing across his lips. It was a day to be remembered. A day to be celebrated. It was simply perfect. Too bad mom and dad couldn’t be there, the bitter thought abruptly erased the smile, replacing it with another grimace. Although he’s told himself many times that they were watching him and his family from the spirit world, he still couldn’t help but wonder how his life might’ve been. Especially now that he has a child, the fire bender wondered if there were any advices that they might’ve given. Plus, it would’ve been nice if they saw their grandchild. With a sigh, Mako advanced to get home, endeavoring to recall only the smile filled nostalgias.
It took the fire bender a couple of more minutes before arriving to their little flat. Their home was by no means impressive. It was enough to fit only three people and from time to time, Bolin would sleep over. While most has the luxury, he quite enjoys living under a simple home. His steps became longer and steadier, noting the eagerness within him. Upon opening the door, the fire bender took off his over coat and placed it to a nearby chair before calling out his wife’s name. “Korra!” An endearing smirk plastered across his lips as he followed the sound of running water.
Amber eyes gazed at the back of the woman whose attention was solely devoted to the giggling child inside the tub. The sudden fluttering feeling overwhelmed him, easing out his stress. Once the child acknowledged his presence, Mako wondered how long it’ll be till his wife notices him too.
I am so sorry for not being able to reply. I didn’t know that I lacked sleep this much until I went back to school. I would instantly knock out whenever I got home and wake up the next day. My body is recuperating from all my sleepless nights and as much as I want to stay on and reply, I just end up staring at my computer not being able to type anything. However, there is still the weekend and I’m hoping to reply to everyone and start the starters this weekend or so. Don’t give up on me just yet even though the mun is slowly dying due to my idiotic behavior of thinking ‘oh, I’ll just sleep at four in the morning and wake up at seven, no big deal’ idea.
HOW DID IT GET THIS MUCH? I cannot comprehend this. I’m also making a starter for one more person. Why does my rp keep piling up? How did this even happen? I mean I like roleplaying but I kinda feel bad for all the people that I’m roleplaying with since I’m going back to school this wednesday…(shouldn’t have gotten that summer school). My replies will come later and they’ll probably hate me for it. Just saying. >_>
((Don’t tell her this but even though I acted like she was a menace and an annoying fan girl (even though she turned out to be the avatar)
Inside I was really like this:
AND WHEN I SAW THAT BODY I WAS LIKE ((IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY, but still, I REGRET NOTHING))