Makorra Month Day 2 prompt: Red String Of Fate

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Our Fate Is We

It was a gorgeous crisp morning. Mako had just gotten out of the shower and was getting dressed. He put on his pants, his shirt, his jacket and

"Aww man." He groaned as he looked at the frayed thread on his sweater. He threw it around his neck but continued to examine it, pondering whether he should cut it off or leave it there. 'I don't want to ruin it.' He thought as he walked through the hallway, bumping right into Korra.

"Oops! Hey!" Korra said with a cheerful smile.

"Oh. Hey, Korra." He droned.

Korra didn't like the sound of her boyfriend's voice. "What's wrong?" She asked as she cocked her head and pouted her lip.

He sighed. "I-it's nothing. There's just this…string coming out of my scarf. I'd hate to see it fall apart, you know? It's far too important to me."

Korra nodded in understanding. "I know, Mako." She grasped his hand and pulled him towards the kitchen table. "Let's see if there's something we can do to fix it."

Mako sat in the chair and folded his arms, still staring down at his scarf.

Korra took out some scissors, needle and thread.

"Give it here, city boy." She ordered as she held out her hand.

Mako looked up at her, slowly took the scarf off his neck, and gently placed it into her hand.

Korra laid the scarf on the table and began diagnosing it like a surgeon.

"Be careful!" Mako cried out.

Korra sighed before looking up at him with a smirk on her face. "Relax. I've done my share of sewing in the past. I can handle this. Trust me." She told him confidently.

Mako trusted the surefire look in her eyes and studied her every move as she touched and examined the scarf.

"It's not as bad as I thought." She said as she began pulling at the string.

"Hey, hey! Korra! Don't do that!" He told her as he waved his hands in the air.

Korra ignored him and grabbed the scissor, cutting the string off from each side. She dangled the string in front of his face. "It's fine! Don't be such a worry wart." She teased as she kissed his nose.

Mako quickly grabbed his scarf off the table and examined it from end to end. He let out a sigh of relief when he realized it looked just as good as before.

"I told you." She said as she sat next to him, playing with the string.

"Thank you. You know? I don't know what I'd do without you." Mako complimented sweetly as he placed the scarf back on his neck.

A blush kissed her face as her little smirk turned into a wide smile. She looked up at him and her beautiful contagious smile spread to him.

"Give me your hand." She said.

Mako extended his right hand to her and Korra wrapped one end of the string around his index finger.

"What are you doing?" He asked curiously.

"You'll see." She replied as she wrapped the other end around her finger.

Satisfied, she pulled her hand away from the table, pulling the string outward.

Mako, still unsure of Korra's intention, decided to go with the flow and held up his hand, pulling the string to the other side until it hung in the air at its maximum length.

He playfully pulled at the middle of the string. "Okay we're tied together…so now what?"

"This is our red string of fate. It represents our destiny together."

"I thought your destiny was being the Avatar."

"It is, silly! But you're part of my destiny too. You and I were made for each other. We have a string of fate tied between us that no one can ever cut. "

Mako examined the thread, and then looked at Korra's loving face. "Imagine that…a string tying us to each other all the way from the South Pole to Republic City."

"And I followed it all the way to you." Korra told him as she leaned in to kiss him.

Mako placed his right hand in her left as the string knotted up around their fingers. He slightly pulled away from the kiss. "I'm glad you did. You've changed my life completely. I'm so happy."

"I'm happy too!" She said ecstatically as she pulled him back in for another kiss.

No matter what happens

Even if I travel to the spirit world

We'll be forever intertwined

My fate is you, your fate is me

Our fate…is we.