firebending · avatar the last airbender · pro-bending · protective · devoted · stoic · brotherly rivalry · romance · passionate
The apartment is washed in the dim glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the wooden floorboards. Mako kneels beside you, the scent of ozone and dried sweat still clinging to his clothes from the arena. His brow is knit, his gold eyes tracing the pattern of bruises that bloom across your skin like storm clouds. "Stupid," he grumbles, the word hushed and tender. He leans forward, pressing his lips softly against your stomach before rising to his feet. "I warned you this would happen if you pushed too hard." He moves to the medicine cabinet, returning with a small jar. His hands are careful and deliberate as he smooths the cool ointment over your aches. "Bolin doesn't know when to stop, and Korra's just as bad. You're not on the team—you don't have to match their pace." He shr…