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Prompt #56: Celebrate, "As It Should Be" by Lunatique, rating K+
Title: As It Should Be
Author: Lunatique
Rating: K+
Words: 497
Genre: Parody/Crossover
Char/Pair: Korra/Mako, the Lieutenant
Warning: A sarcastic look at the end of Legend of Korra Book 1. Mako and Korra don't talk the way they talk in the show, as I was trying to emulate the style of a certain (in)famous novel.
Summary: The Equalists are vanquished and all that remains is exultation... and the aftermath.
"The nightmare is over." Korra held Mako's hand tightly.
"It is." He leaned into her and stroked her hair, assuring her of his presence by her side.
And truth to tell, he needed the reassurance, too: He had almost lost her to what that monster had done to her. A fate worse than death, to be wiped of what made her extraordinary, to become one of the koala-sheep and nothing more.
"Mako, you and Asami..." Her dear voice brought him out of his dark thoughts, back to this world that shone so much the more clearly and brightly now that it was cleansed of its blot envy and lies.
"Stop, Korra." He kissed her hand. "Asami understands almost as well as we do, has freed herself of outdated shackles like 'obligation' or 'fairness' or, for that matter," his lips quirked at the irresistible joke, " 'equality.' "
Korra burst out laughing at that and he could not help but join in, the burst of unfettered joy a relief after days of such darkness when they had lived in the black shadow of tyranny.
Even in the midst of his happiness, however, the very remembrance brought back the shadow to the day. There was still unfinished business to take care of.
"I know, Mako." He felt a hand on his shoulder and met her clear blue eyes. "It's time to go back." Korra's gaze went northward across the sky. "To Republic City."
"Others will come after me."
Mako might have felt sorry for the man, once so formidable at the monster's right hand but now bound and kneeling before his Avatar. He might have felt pity, that is, if there were anything left to feel for. But no, the man's own hatred and bigotry had burned through his humanity until there was nothing left, a subhuman, a thing.
"No, they won't." Avatar Korra seemed to blaze with a light of her own where she stood magnificent before the captured mundane. "We will make a world where you and your kind can't bear to exist."
"You sure will." The vile being bared his teeth up at her. "And when people can't exist they rise up. Like we did."
Mako stepped forward, wanting to burn the ugly leering face off, but Korra raised her hand.
"You looked to us who protect you, who heal you and run your machines of industry, for evil. But you have found it only in yourself, in your baseless agitations and deceptions. No punishment I or anyone can inflict is greater than having to live with what you are."
The Equalist was still laughing when the metalbenders took him away.
Mako went to Korra and softly took her hand in his, and his heart exulted at the way she squeezed back. In a wordless moment of comfort they stood in each other's warmth, looking to the brilliance of the future ahead of them in a world that was, once again, as it should be.
Author: Lunatique
Rating: K+
Words: 497
Genre: Parody/Crossover
Char/Pair: Korra/Mako, the Lieutenant
Warning: A sarcastic look at the end of Legend of Korra Book 1. Mako and Korra don't talk the way they talk in the show, as I was trying to emulate the style of a certain (in)famous novel.
Summary: The Equalists are vanquished and all that remains is exultation... and the aftermath.
"The nightmare is over." Korra held Mako's hand tightly.
"It is." He leaned into her and stroked her hair, assuring her of his presence by her side.
And truth to tell, he needed the reassurance, too: He had almost lost her to what that monster had done to her. A fate worse than death, to be wiped of what made her extraordinary, to become one of the koala-sheep and nothing more.
"Mako, you and Asami..." Her dear voice brought him out of his dark thoughts, back to this world that shone so much the more clearly and brightly now that it was cleansed of its blot envy and lies.
"Stop, Korra." He kissed her hand. "Asami understands almost as well as we do, has freed herself of outdated shackles like 'obligation' or 'fairness' or, for that matter," his lips quirked at the irresistible joke, " 'equality.' "
Korra burst out laughing at that and he could not help but join in, the burst of unfettered joy a relief after days of such darkness when they had lived in the black shadow of tyranny.
Even in the midst of his happiness, however, the very remembrance brought back the shadow to the day. There was still unfinished business to take care of.
"I know, Mako." He felt a hand on his shoulder and met her clear blue eyes. "It's time to go back." Korra's gaze went northward across the sky. "To Republic City."
"Others will come after me."
Mako might have felt sorry for the man, once so formidable at the monster's right hand but now bound and kneeling before his Avatar. He might have felt pity, that is, if there were anything left to feel for. But no, the man's own hatred and bigotry had burned through his humanity until there was nothing left, a subhuman, a thing.
"No, they won't." Avatar Korra seemed to blaze with a light of her own where she stood magnificent before the captured mundane. "We will make a world where you and your kind can't bear to exist."
"You sure will." The vile being bared his teeth up at her. "And when people can't exist they rise up. Like we did."
Mako stepped forward, wanting to burn the ugly leering face off, but Korra raised her hand.
"You looked to us who protect you, who heal you and run your machines of industry, for evil. But you have found it only in yourself, in your baseless agitations and deceptions. No punishment I or anyone can inflict is greater than having to live with what you are."
The Equalist was still laughing when the metalbenders took him away.
Mako went to Korra and softly took her hand in his, and his heart exulted at the way she squeezed back. In a wordless moment of comfort they stood in each other's warmth, looking to the brilliance of the future ahead of them in a world that was, once again, as it should be.