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First off, happy Makorra week guys! (And if you didn't know it was Makorra week, welcome to the world outside of the rock you've been living under.) So this is a little seven-drabble collection that I'll be updating every day this week, and each drabble will be based off that particular day's prompt for Makorra week. This first one is something a little different, set from Asami's perspective. It takes place right before the opening of episode 10, "Turning the Tides". There's also hints of Bosami if you squint, but really it's meant to be just a heart-to-heart between two friends... mostly.

Reviews would always be appreciated. Hope you enjoy~

1. Fantasy

It'd been nearly two days.

Two days since they'd found Korra, battered and exhausted, splayed over the back of her faithful polar bear-dog. Since they'd brought her back to the Air Temple and the healers had checked her over, patching up the worst of her injuries and prescribing plenty of rest for the others.

And in those two days, Mako had yet to leave the Avatar's side for more than five minutes.

Asami sighed as she leaned against the doorframe of Korra's room, watching the pair quietly. It was painful to see, really, the way Mako's thumb traced gentle patterns on the back of Korra's hand, the worry that glittered in his amber eyes. The bags under those eyes hinted at just how little sleep he'd gotten in the last forty-eight hours; the thought made Asami's stomach twist uncomfortably.

She tried to imagine herself in Korra's place, attacked and kidnapped by an insane bloodbending politician, and then rescued by her friends and one very smart canine. If it was her lying unconscious now, covered in bandages and scars, would Mako hover so possessively by her bedside as if his life depended on it?

Somehow she didn't think he would.

"He still in there with her?"

The Sato heiress practically jumped out of her skin when Bolin's quiet voice sounded right behind her. She turned to meet his emerald gaze, bright as ever even in light of current events.

"Yeah," Asami answered the earthbender, frowning a bit. "He hasn't moved since this morning."

By some miracle, the two of them — along with some subtle guilt-tripping from Pema — had managed to convince Mako to eat breakfast with everyone else earlier in the day. He'd relented eventually, but rather than join the others at the table like they'd hoped, he'd taken his plate back into Korra's room with him and eaten there. Even Meelo had thrown him a funny look at that one.

"He sure is worried about Korra, isn't he?" Bolin craned his neck around the partially open door, thick brows furrowing as he studied his brother's slouched form.

"No kidding," Asami muttered, dejection seeping into her words despite her best attempts to hide it.

Bolin shifted his attention back to her face, blinking. He must've caught on to her mood, because after a moment he slipped past her, heading down the hall and waving for her to follow. "C'mon. Let's go outside for a sec."

Staring at his back questioningly, Asami padded after him, their footsteps silent on the floorboards so as not to wake anyone. Bolin led her out of the girls' dormitories and across the hushed grounds of the Air Temple. A cool night breeze whispered in the trees that dotted the island, stars glittering in the velvet sky above. Silver moonlight flooded the cobblestone path Bolin seemed to be taking, rippling on ocean waves as they washed the nearby cliffs.

It was several minutes before Asami realized Bolin was heading for the meditation pavilion atop one of the many grassy hills surrounding them. She reached the wooden structure just as Bolin leaned against the rail at its farthest end, back to her as his gaze scoured the darkened sea.

Hesitantly, Asami joined him, her hands dangling over the banister, the wind playing in her long black hair.

"So why'd you bring me out here?" She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, curiosity pricking at her nerves.

"I dunno." Bolin shrugged his broad shoulders, offering her an easy grin. "You just looked like you needed to talk to someone, so here we are."

Asami blanched, her thoughts crashing into one another as she gawked at him. She'd have never guessed that innocent, carefree Bolin would see through her so effortlessly. Quite honestly she would've expected Mako in all his fretting over Korra to notice something was bothering her before Bolin would.

Even so, she couldn't truthfully say there was anyone else she'd rather share her concerns with. There was something about Bolin that just made him easy to talk to.

Not to mention he was Mako's brother, and had already proved extremely helpful in matters of the firebender's heart.

"So what's eating at you?" the earthbender pressed, tilting his head to the side in a way that reminded Asami strangely of Pabu.

"I'll give you three guesses," she sighed, smiling at him bitterly.

"Ah, I get it." He nodded as if she'd confirmed some pre-existing suspicion. "You're jealous of Korra, right?"

The heiress pondered this for a moment, weighing her response. In all sincerity, she hadn't actually tried to pinpoint her resentment before now. Was it the Avatar herself she envied, or was it more complicated than that?

"Not necessarily," she said slowly, a crease appearing between her thin eyebrows as she thought through her words. "I mean, I suppose I am, in a sense. I think it's more the way Mako treats Korra that bothers me."

"Yeah, that I can understand." A tinge of sadness crept into Bolin's expression, casting shadows over his green orbs.

Asami stared at him, comprehension striking her like a blow from a chi-blocker's fist. How had she not noticed it before? "…You like Korra, don't you, Bo?"

The cheerful glow seemed to extinguish from his smile. "Tell me something I don't know, sister."

A frown tugging at the corners of her mouth, Asami laid a comforting hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry."

Bolin shrugged, the gesture much more halfhearted than it'd been only minutes ago. "It's alright. Anyone could see Korra's head-over-heels for Mako just by the way she looks at him. I wouldn't be surprised if even Amon had figured it out. He's probably hiding a grin behind that creepy mask whenever he happens to see them together."

They both chuckled for a moment, sobering up again almost instantly.

"She does make it kind of obvious, doesn't she?" Asami could hear the current of truth in the statement before it'd even passed her lips. Perhaps she'd simply overlooked them before, all the stolen glances the Avatar would throw Mako's way, the hidden emotions that rang in her voice whenever the two argued. And knowing Korra's brash nature, it was no wonder they'd kissed once already.

A sharp ache tore through Asami's chest as she remembered that little secret Bolin had let slip. She still couldn't believe Mako had kept it from her for so long. Of course, he'd probably thought he was protecting her in doing so, but didn't she have a right to know, when he clearly felt at least something for Korra?

"I don't think she can help it," Bolin chortled, dragging Asami back to the conversation at hand. "Korra's not exactly good at being subtle."

The nonbender grimaced. "Neither is Mako, apparently."

Bolin's face fell again. He shifted his gaze to the distant horizon, those vibrant eyes misting with a faraway look. "Y'know, Mako's different around Korra. Most of the time he's all quiet and brooding and stuff. But it's like she, I dunno, brings him to life or something. And in a way it kinda sucks, because sometimes he'll do things like he's been doing for the past few days — holding her hand, trying to protect her, whatever.

"And I really don't want to, and it kills me for even thinking it, but it hurts when I see him with her like that. I'll start wishing it was me instead of him, without even realizing I'm doing it. I'll imagine me carrying Korra in my arms, me holding her hand and it meaning something, having her smile at me like she smiles at Mako. All Mako's ever done is take care of me, you know? But here I am, wanting to take away something that could make him happy, when he's always tried to make sure I'm happy. I hate it."

As soon as he finished his impromptu speech, Bolin suddenly froze on the spot. He whipped around to face Asami, features panicked as if he'd just come face-to-face with a horde of Equalists.

"Oh, but it's not like you can't make him happy, too, Asami! I-I mean, you're… you, and everything. You're, like, awesome and really pretty and —"

Despite herself, Asami couldn't help but laugh at the flustered earthbender. "Bo, don't worry about it. You didn't offend me."

He exhaled in a lengthy sigh of relief. "Ok, good. I didn't mean to imply… yeah. You get what I mean."

Asami offered him a gentle smile, but the expression didn't last long. Her eyes slid to the floor, and she mimicked Bolin's earlier pose, remorse tightening her chest as his words finally brought something to light — something she'd suspected all along.

"He loves her."

Bolin didn't even attempt to deny it. "Glad I'm not the only one who's noticed. I doubt Mako actually knows that, though. Him and emotions don't exactly agree."

A noncommittal hum was all he received in reply. The duo sank into a rather profound silence, listening to the steady rhythm of the waves below and the rustling of leaves nearby. Asami tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, mulling over their conversation.

She cared about Mako, she really did. But with the way things appeared to be headed, she wasn't sure it would ever truly be enough. Korra was a typhoon; she never did anything halfway, throwing all the drive and passion she had into life itself. Perhaps that was why Mako was drawn to her, even if he didn't fully realize it himself. Her personality was a formidable force all on its own.

Either way, Asami knew a lost cause when she came across one, and Mako was in too deep with Korra for whatever he felt for her to steer him away now.

A tired sigh tumbled from her lips. She needed to talk to Mako, but that could wait until Korra was on her feet again; Asami could use some time to clear her head first, at any rate.

Hopefully everything would seem a little brighter in the morning.