Mindbent

Its odd. This idea was odd. It’s a very different theme (and writing style) im trying out. Im not fully satisfied with it, but it needed to be written; so I wrote it. Feedback would be nice. I don’t know if I conveyed my intentions clearly. I’d like to hear your take(s) on it. This is slightly AU (alternate universe-ish)
All I know is that I feel Legend of Korra’s ending left a lot to be desired. Some spoilers in the (rather disconnected) rant below (if you haven’t seen book 4, I recommend scrolling down till you see hyphens):

My issue is not with Korrasami, its with the incompleteness: it seemed like the end of a season, not a series. I felt a lot of the characters became needless and useless. Especially those that held such potential: like Mako, General Iroh, Zuko, Katara, Toph. They introduced them (again) but they didn’t utilize them.

I don’t know. I liked the show. A lot. But it still felt lacking.

My issues with Kuvira, yeesh. Don’t get me started. She was badass, loathsome and then one lecture from korra switched her mindset? No. Does NOT happen. I feel the villains were all stronger than the main casts. And that was sad. I think Amon (and Zaheer) were some of the coolest characters of the show, so they really should have acted a little more villainy, I suppose. SO this story (fanfic) originated from that frustration.
Hope that made sense for whoever stuck around to read it.

AND how does one even go through 4 major civil wars without a single casualty that really counts? From the main cast I mean?

ANYWAY, read on and hopefully leave a review :)

I DO NOT OWN LEGEND OF KORRA OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS. THE PLOT IS MINE.

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There was a reason the avatar was only master of manipulating the physical elements. The alternative was something altogether too inhumane to consider.

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Mako lightly, aimlessly ran his finger on the inside of her wrist. She leaned against him, head on his shoulder, neatly tucked into his side. Here, where no words were necessary, where there was no war to fight, they were at peace. He and Korra both were rather strong personalities in their own right; it was only natural that their conflicting opinions cause them to butt heads. He had grown up, altogether too early, with two duties; protect and survive. For both a protector, and a survivor, the Avatar was a nightmare to be involved with. Lethal danger followed her like a stray, starving dog would the man who once fed it.

Mako was a pragmatist; his little brother was all he had left, and he would do anything, no matter how morally ambiguous to protect Bolin. Korra was an optimist; she was The Avatar, the Savior, and she had been sworn to the path of true righteousness. He was careful; he planned down to every single second. She was impulsive; controlled by anger, overconfidence and a stubborn-streak wider than the North Pole. He was quiet and somewhat awkward; she was loud and confident. He had seen hardship from its core; she was sheltered. He was calm and collected; she was wildfire. He was nothing; she was the Avatar.

 In the few months they had known Korra, Bolin and Mako had been placed in ten times the dangerous situations they had faced in the eleven or so odd years they had spent on the streets of Republic City. She stripped him of all his self-restraint; caring for her was one of the most difficult things he’d had to deal with. He’d yelled at her at volumes that he’d never even have believed himself capable of. She infuriated him, and terrified him, and challenged everything he was, but god damn it, he loved the brash, reckless woman even as she slowly drove him mental.

“Mako?” her blue eyes shone up at him in the glow of the setting sun, burning fierce warmth and conviction that could easily have rivalled the sun. He noted, absently, that eyes that blue shouldn’t possess the ability to scorch and smolder the way hers did.