( stargazing )

[honestypolice]

the stargazing meme

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oo4. play out what happens—anything goes!
oo5. profit? oh yeah!

prompts

one → meteor shower you just saw a falling star! and another! make a wish!
two → aliens what was that? was that really? omg no way a ufo!
three → lunar eclipse you've been sitting out for hours, waiting for this. it's so cool!
four → comet does it move fast or slow? either way, it's amazing.
five → full moon the moon is so huge! just don't look too long, it's really bright too.
six → star dust anything can happen in space. make up your own plot!
seven → solar eclipse this might be happening in the middle of the day!
eight → planet sighting is that a new star? nope, just a neighbor in the solar system!
nine → constellations do you know the stories behind these odd patterns?
ten → deep space normal stargazing isn't that much fun. you got a telescope!

Comments

[browbeater]

[she can't see him and how he's rolling his eyes, but he's rolling his eyes really, really hard. Sry Korra, he can't even pretend to humor that. Once she's off, he pushes himself off of Naga's back]

You could've fooled me with some of them.

[at least now he was communicating. Even if it was only through counter teasing. But they were both pretending to be normal.

He placed his hands in his pockets and looked back up at the sky. He'd never seen something like this... He'd heard about Sozen's comet, and part of him wondered if this was the same, but the other part was too busy focusing on how weird the night was.]

1/2

[sangilak]

[ okay you know what?

nyeeeeehhhhhh.

that sure is the avatar sticking her tongue out at you, mako. ]

[sangilak]

I know you don't have a sense of humor, Mako, but that's what we call a joke.

[browbeater]

I have a sense of humor!

Doesn't mean I can't call it like I see it.

[he's just slowly raising an eyebrow at her for sticking her tongue out. But, he doesn't actually call her out on that. But he does sit back down at the grass]

Now, are you gonna make jokes or watch the meteor shower?

[sangilak]

You got it, boss.

[ said teasingly as she drops down next to him, folding her knees up and resting her crossed elbows on top of them. with her head tipped back, korra observes the meteor shower, letting the weight of the universe settle down onto her shoulders once more. this time, it's not to utilize it but to enjoy it, appreciate it, realize she's part of this grand universe despite her title and her power and that she can be just a girl who enjoys the wonders of nature and spirits.

... and also...

the comfortable silence that falls between her and someone she hopes never to lose, regardless of her own splintered feelings on the subject of their relationship.

after a few minutes pass, she has to shatter that comfortable silence because now there's a different sort of weight on her chest, one that has nothing to do with the universe at large but rather the universe within herself. ]

... Mako.

[browbeater]

[He wonders how far away those meteors are, and how big they must be to be seen from... however far away that is. He assumes it's farther than he can imagine, a further distance than he'd ever traveled. It was pretty cool.

And it was nice to enjoy it with Korra, their bumps aside. He'd taken some solace in that comfort, but then she called his name, and he looked down from the sky, straight at her]

Yeah...?

[he got a hint of seriousness from her tone, but he didn't mimic that in his expression, for once in his life.]

[sangilak]

[ there's a deep breath, the kind of breath she draws in before doing more complicated firebending, taking most of her power from the air around her. only this time there's no bending involved, just the desire to keep the flame inside her chest burning bright.

silence greets his question—she wants to talk but words are sticky and awkward, and she fumbles through them. actions are more her style. actions speak for her.

so she doesn't warn mako before she grabs him by the collar, pressing her mouth to his in another kiss, one she means to give him this time, hand twisting in his coat and scarf, not letting him pull away. ]

[browbeater]

[the worry that was starting to build vanishes in an instant and then is replaced with a cocktail of emotions. There's immediate confusion, followed by elation and sadness, both over what was happening and the reminder of what he'd had not all that long ago.

There's less of an instinctual reaction to kiss back this time-- just as Korra knew what was happening, so did he. He wants to, but it takes a moment for him to throw caution to the wind.

He never, ever said he was good at emotions. Just good at putting them aside when he really needed to, but Korra had a bad habit of pulling him right back into her. He's waiting for the kiss to reach a natural end-- she didn't even really need to hold him in place.]

[sangilak]

[ except that's the thing: korra's not letting it come to a natural end. just when it seems like she should pull away for air, she dives right back in, gasping in greedily as their lips crash and part, pulling herself closer to mako, him closer to her, hand moving from his coat to around his shoulders and pushing her torso to his.

she knows this can't last, but she's also been very, very good at living in the moment, and there's no hesitation when she pushes mako back just a enough to facilitate climbing into his lap, grinding her hips down against him, pushing immediately into dangerous territory. one hand tugs at his hair while the other pulls at her wolftail, removing the clip and dropping it to the side so that her hair slips and falls down in waves to her shoulders. ]

[browbeater]

[His eyes open in alarm, warning bells going off in his head that they were definitely headed straight back into dangerous territory. Mako wasn't sure if he wanted to press forward-- it had been awkward enough that night, and continuing might just be a mistake he regretted in the morning-- or if he wanted to stop (on the other hand, this was nice and there was a aching in his heart for her that almost completely outweighed the warning bells).

He kissed her hard for one brief moment before pulling back enough to at least allow words to form. That in and of itself was a feat]

Korra... [she might have been able to keep going, but he needed to catch his breath. But now that he could speak, he almost didn't want to. He locked his eyes on hers, but those words weren't coming, not with her weight, her breath, all over him. It was too hard to think]

Should we do this...?

[sangilak]

[ and this, right here, this situation and mako's reaction to it—? this is exactly why korra wants him in her life. being the avatar, she is perfectly capable of standing on her own and making up her own mind, so it's not that she needs mako around to complete her, but she wants him around. with his logical thinking and constant asking "are you sure?", korra is sure to keep her head and wits about her, stopping and thinking through instead of just barreling forward.

even if she didn't want to think this through.

her fingers tighten on his coat, knees digging into the ground beneath her, suddenly aware of everything and everywhere that his body touches hers. her throat tight, korra takes in a gulp of night air and turns her eyes down. ]

... No. [ shouldn't. ...but. ] But I want to.

[browbeater]

[he knew what she was talking about. That was pretty much his feelings on the subject. He wanted to, he missed her, but he had no clue how to go forward. What she wanted was obvious, but the last thing he wanted was for them to have another regret on the list.]

[browbeater]

[but on the other hand, he could feel her on top of him, and the warmth and weight of her was familiar. It was almost impossible for him to resist, even when he knew he should. He loved her, still. No matter what their status was for everyone else, he still felt drawn to her, which was why he'd meant to stay separated.

So much for that.

But this was a one time opportunity, to see a meteor shower. And he didn't want to spend it alone, even if one thing led to this. He leaned forward to kiss her forehead, a sentimental gesture that was easier for him than putting words to his feelings.

They could regret it in the morning.]

Okay.

[sangilak]

[ —okay?

the word is shocking enough to korra that she leans back to look at mako eye-to-eye, shapely eyebrows lifting to illustrate her surprise. of all the things she was expecting mako to say, an acquiesce to her request wasn't one of them. not that it was much of a request, simply stating what was on her mind and in her heart instead of letting a silly thing like logic into her head.

it's all she needs to push forward; she doesn't question it. instead she dives down for another kiss, messing her hands in mako's hair, grasping those dark strands as she pushes herself more insistently against him, grinding her hips against mako's again to feel him through their clothes. a gasp fills her mouth, her throat, her lungs, almost like she's trying to draw in the cosmos itself before her mouth stamps a pathway along mako's jawline and to his neck. she remembers very well how sensitive he is there, so it's there she'll linger—trapping skin gently between her teeth and sucking at the warmth. ]

[browbeater]

[It was a request he still wasn't sure about. He was already second guessing that yes even as she pushed ahead with his consent. He couldn't deny that he wanted it, and the familiarity of her all over him was... weirdly comforting. But it also felt wrong.. Though he was focusing less on that with her mouth on his neck. The sensation caused a reaction and he shivered against her.

He closed his eyes. Just lie back and think of Republic City.

But he said yes, and if you're gonna make a mistake, you may as well go all the way, right? His hands went from the ground up into her hair, threading through it and pulling out her hair ornaments. His fingers pull out the strands, combing through the tangles before trailing down her back, along her sides and pulling her shirt up to create a space between her pants and her skin]

[sangilak]

[ it's anticipation that gets to her when she feels mako's hands against her spine and stomach, and her muscles jump as her shirt is pulled from her flesh. there are no thoughts in her head save for those that will push her forward so she arcs her spine like she's going through the motions of bending, but instead of the elements at her fingertips, she has mako plied to her needs. there's a small voice in her head that says to wait and see what mako has planned with his hands but the overpowering need to just have him right then and there prevents her from going with the smart thing.

which is just to let mako do what he wants because it's invariably what korra wants him to do.

instead she drags her mouth back across his jawline and to his lips again, drawing him into one more breathless kiss as her hand covers his, pulling it out from underneath her shirt and transferring it quickly to her chest. she leans into his palm, a hot breath slipping out because her curves, the soft parts of her, are always more sensitive than her muscle tone. ]

[browbeater]

[the feeling of her body along his wasn't exactly new, but this was different. They technically weren't together, and they were both in a very public place, even if they'd both managed to turn off most of the lights. But the overwhelming feelings was just of her-- her breath, her heat, the weight of her clothes and her body, and now the feel of her curves, even if they were dulled by her shirt separating them.

He could still back out, realistically.

But he wasn't going to. It just wasn't going to happen. And so instead, he opened his mouth to her, both allowing her closer and pushing the limits in his own way. He opens his hand, and then closes it around her breast, his palm pressing hard against her curves, knowing the feeling was blunted by her shirt to some extent. His hand was still curled in her hair, and he didn't feel like lowering it, not yet. She was clearly leading this.

And he just wanted to enjoy the taste of her lips for a moment]

[bearcat]

[ mako could back out, and korra would let him go because she knows, she knows she shouldn't force him into anything, especially not like this — but she knows she wouldn't be able to spend the rest of the night with him. above all else, that's what she wants to do: just spend the time with mako.

she was too selfish and too stressed to appreciate it before, and feeling that realization bubble up within her causes tears to sting at the back of her eyes. but mako's hands, warm as they slide over her, don't let her dwell on that for too long, pulled back to the moment, the heat of him against her, the barrier of their clothes. another breath leaves her and this time she pushes a hand against mako's chest to get his back on the ground. to her left naga whines and sits herself fully down, but korra pays no more attention to her best friend as she strips herself of her shirt. ]