Rachel, 20 year old college student and dedicated Avatar: the Last Airbender and The Legend of Korra fan.
I mostly talk to people and reblog craploads of things. I sometimes write fic or make gifs/graphics. I comment extensively in my tags, and I am prone to headcanon about anything and everything.
I adore worldbuilding, families, and jerkbenders. Commentary and character analyses are my true loves.
Summary: Mako tackles his duty as the Avatar as well as his duty as a brother. AU. Unfinished.
Notes: I know, I really should be working on “Sorting, Part 2” but this baby wouldn’t leave me alone. It’s only a snippet, but I wanted to post what I’ve got before I force myself to think about Hogwarts. I am blaming Hannah for this one, even though this turned out very different from her own headcanons. Based on that post floating around with Nickelodeon saying that Mako is the Avatar. XD
How are things going? I hope that you, Mom and Dad, and the village are doing well. I heard about the most recent hunt from Master Katara; she said something about a certain someone getting the largest haul. I’m proud of you, Bo, and I’m sure Mom and Dad are too.
I passed my Firebending test today. Master Kenji said that I’m ready to move on to Airbending training. Master Tenzin is said to be coming down in about a week, so I was thinking that during the downtime you guys could come and visit. It’s been a while since I last saw you, and even though I have Master Katara as company, nothing beats seeing my little brother. Maybe you could show me a few of your moves? There’s plenty of earth here for you to bend; I know that Mom gets cranky whenever you mess up her floor (even if it’s by accident), so we can go have some fun in the practice arena.
Please let me know soon. Tell Mom and Dad that I love and miss you guys.
I responded to your letter as soon as I could. Mom and Dad said yes, so expect us in a few days!
The hunt was full of a lot of waiting, but it was also fun. My haul was mostly dumb luck, especially since Dad’s been teaching me little tricks. I’ve got to “listen to the Earth,” which is actually kinda hard since, you know, there’s a lot of ice here, but it helped a lot. Also, I found out that the longer the men are hunting, the funnier their jokes get. I’ve got some good ones to tell you when we come and visit.
Dad taught Mom how to make dumplings yesterday. Can you believe that they’ve been married for twenty years and this is the first time Mom’s made Earth Kingdom style dumplings? She insisted on putting her own Water Tribe twist to them, though. I think that Dad’s are better, but you might like them more than I did. There was a lot of tiger seal meat, and it was nice and sticky, just like you prefer them to be. If I can get my hands on the recipe, I’ll send it to you.
It’s crazy that you’re gonna be learning your last element. When you’re a fully-fledged Avatar, you gotta take me on some of your adventures. I miss you too. See you soon.
Your little brother,
Mako wordlessly went through his Firebending forms, trying to keep his emotions in check when really all he wanted to do was throw his hands up in the air. The White Lotus said he had passed his test, and he had interpreted this to mean that there would be a short hiatus in his Avatar training, but apparently that was not the case with Master Kenji. His Firebending master had woken him up at the crack of dawn like every day of training before, so as to feel closer to the sun’s warmth, and then had him do some basic exercises as “review.” If there was anything that Mako felt sure about, it was in his single-mindedness to do things as precisely and perfectly as possible; he didn’t need the review, and all he wanted to do was relax and learn how to be just Mako to prepare for his family’s visit.
He always got a bit nervous before his family came. He loved them, and he was sure they loved him too, but when you’re cooped up in a compound for fourteen years with little time for breaks there wasn’t a lot of time to get to know them. They communicated primarily by letter, and Mako had every single one tucked carefully away in a box underneath his bed. Sometimes he would take them out and reread them, and it would feel like they were there with him.
He was most anxious about Bolin. Master Katara told him stories about her older brother, Councilman Sokka, and in the instances where her voice wasn’t laced with mild annoyance or sadness it was full of fondness. Their tales were full of glimpses of their home, or lessons learned together, or shoulders to cry on. It was heartwarming, but it also made Mako afraid.
What if he wasn’t a good brother? He was 18 years old, a legal adult in all regards, but he wasn’t sure if he felt like one. He didn’t know how to take care of people. Not really. Could he be to Bolin like Sokka was to Katara?