(what will make you believe me?)
Summary: Four books Korra gave to Mako.
Word Count: 5,500
A/N: For otpeep/korratea, from your secret santa. I wrote almost all of before the finale, and I can’t bring myself to alter it. You asked for Makorra, so Makorra you will get. And I honestly put too much work and love into this fic to change it; in that sense, it’s also kind of a last Makorra hurrah for me. Some notes:
- All the lines of poetry are from real poems. All the lines of smut are from real bad smut.
- title is from that absolutely fab song on your absolutely fab makorra playlist
- this fic made my friend cry
- i’m jumping the gun and posting this a day early because i want to
i hope you love reading this as much as i love writing it. <3
THE FIRST BOOK
Korra buys the first books from a quiet stall tucked towards the back end of a street market, the warm smell of must and paper hanging in the air like smoke. It always makes her think something old and wise was laid to rest in between the pages of the books, not quite dead: the things that live forever live inside books, hidden between the verses of poems and ballads, silent and pure and safe from the careless clutches of human hands.
She pushes the curtain flap aside and steps into the room, Tenzin bowing his head under the low door as he follows her. The entire room is lined with bookshelves, from floor to ceiling, and a wooden table groans under the weight of haphazardly stacked tomes and tumbling pyramids of scrolls. There’s a young woman seated cross-legged on a cushion in the back corner, thumbing through a ledger book with charcoal-stained fingers as she sorts through a short tower of dime novels.
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