Nights Like This
deadspacegal asked you: Mako being fluffy to Korra and maybe reaching for her hand, but then stopping, remembering they‘re broken up and idk. Haha. Have fun with it.I suck at responding to prompts quickly. Also, I still covered the prompt, but took this in a slightly different direction? Maybe? I hope you still like it!Word Count: 1,362~~
He likes nights like this; he likes easy moments, surrounded by his make-shift family and warm laughs. For a long time, he didn’t think he would get nights like this—not with what they had lost, not with where they had been—so he soaks in the mellow mood that envelops his dimly lit apartment, filling him with a contented lightness.
As the last strings of light weave into a blanket of black, Bolin’s snores come in grumbled, hiccupping-sounds from his sprawled position on the floor; Asami, curled tightly in the over-sized chair, breathes lightly, her delicate fingers hardly grasping the empty, thin-stemmed glass resting against her chest. Even Pabu has drifted to sleep, wedged between the pillows that had been haphazardly dropped upon the floor. He’s tired too, but as he watches the bleary-eyed gaze follow the slowly swirling remains of wine glide against the deep sides of her glass, sluggishly spinning its stem between her fingers, he does not want to end the night. Clinging to remnants of consciousness and sobriety, barely keeping sleep at bay, he firmly settles into the cushioned corner of his sofa, stretches his legs to prop them on the coffee table, and loosely runs his hand through his hair. It’s down to the two of them and—while he knows it’s a silly stubbornness—he will not be the first one to fall asleep.