( his life settles remarkably fast into a routine. he's got pages upon pages written, information about this place, the people, any past happenings he considers relevant, and. in the early morning before too many other people are up, he comes here.
the sparring ring is just a place to get used to earthbending. he loses himself in trying to master it, taking himself through the forms he once coached bolin in all those years ago. even with one arm in a sling against his body, he moves with power and surety, no hesitation. and the rocks, well.
they do what he asks.
it's not like firebending. but it's. adjacent to it. they both have the same sort of application of power, though the instinct of fire is to burn and the instinct of earth is to endure. mako shapes the earth with the movement of his body, rocks obey the curl of a fist or the outflung swipe of a foot. and he beats the absolute unholy shit out of the dummies until he's dripping sweat and the grounds of the arena are pocked like a battlefield, great spires of rock clawing up towards the sky, scattered columns littering the ground.
it's hours later when he decides he's done that he over to where he'd left a bottle of water and a towel. bucky gets a friendly smile, because mako is feeling loose and easy and maybe a little proud of the day's improvements. )
Hey, sorry about the mess. I just need something to drink, then I'll set the arena back to normal for you.
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the sparring ring is just a place to get used to earthbending. he loses himself in trying to master it, taking himself through the forms he once coached bolin in all those years ago. even with one arm in a sling against his body, he moves with power and surety, no hesitation. and the rocks, well.
they do what he asks.
it's not like firebending. but it's. adjacent to it. they both have the same sort of application of power, though the instinct of fire is to burn and the instinct of earth is to endure. mako shapes the earth with the movement of his body, rocks obey the curl of a fist or the outflung swipe of a foot. and he beats the absolute unholy shit out of the dummies until he's dripping sweat and the grounds of the arena are pocked like a battlefield, great spires of rock clawing up towards the sky, scattered columns littering the ground.
it's hours later when he decides he's done that he over to where he'd left a bottle of water and a towel. bucky gets a friendly smile, because mako is feeling loose and easy and maybe a little proud of the day's improvements. )
Hey, sorry about the mess. I just need something to drink, then I'll set the arena back to normal for you.