Isaia requested my version of Bolin and Mako’s parents.
So I was thinking and thinking and noticed that a lot of the artwork I’ve seen for their parents tended to give me these happy vibes. Like, I look at them and I can tell that they were/are in love and it got me thinking about… man, way back in middleschool, my writing class was asked to give these oral reports about how our parents got together and a good 90% of the class reported that their parents… actually did not like each other when they first met. Or even the 5th time they met.
Also people seem to love the idea of the parents being probenders. Which is great, and I love the idea too, but for this exercise’s sake, I decided to take things in another direction. And the first thing that came to mind was that maybe the parents weren’t well off. Maybe Mako learned his early lessons about how to cook, save and clean from his parents. Or maybe he learned it in self defense because his parents knew jack about saving.
So Mom is a hostess. She sleeps in the day, wakes crankily at night to ply assholes with drink until they give up all the contents of their wallets and then toddle home to their irritated wives. Dad is a dice roller. Kinda goofy, doesn’t know how to work out properly so he has a nicely developed guns and chest, but chicken legs. He thinks she’s standoffish and above herself. She thinks he’s loud, annoying and short.
But one night, after drinking far too much, she staggers out back to puke in an alley and she hates life so damn much, this job is clearly a dead end, she’s never going to be a dancer/singer… and he’s there smoking. He comes over and helps hold her hair back so she doesn’t get vomit in it. At that moment, when she’s wiping her face off and he’s waiting patiently for her to be done so they can both get back to their work, she thinks “He has warm hands. That’s very kind of him. I’m totally never going to sleep with him.” And he thinks, “She’s really pretty, even with vomit on her face.”
They don’t fall in love, but they do warm up to each other slowly and over time, she realizes he’s the best chance she’s got at hooking up with someone that isn’t either in a gang, or crazy. He thinks she looks even prettier without vomit on her face — even if she is a bit of a bitch. He kinda likes that she doesn’t mince words — her social awkwardness is kind of endearing in a rabid fox sort of way. Also, he’s getting too old and his parents are nagging him to get married already, dammit, and is ready to set him up with some girl he doesn’t like. They both think, “Hey, there’s nothing wrong with getting married with a friend, right? That’s already a step up from all those couples who don’t even like each other.” So they go for it, setting aside an afternoon to figure out a prenup. All their friends think they’re mercurial and crazy, but throw them a monster party anyway.
Living together isn’t easy, but over time, between fights and their inability to keep accounts properly, Mom goes out with friends and she listens to them complain about their boyfriends/husbands. As they spin out one horror story after another, she thinks to herself, maybe, just maybe, she really lucked out because damn her husband was nothing like the assholes her friends are all hooked up with. He’s a good man.
Months later, she’s vomiting into their brand spanking new bathroom with an actual private toilet (vs a communal one that they had at their old shitty place) at 4 in the morning, and he’s crawled out of bed to help her hold her hair back. And she’s worried, she’s sick or dying or something and his hands are warm. So she slips out with, “You’re the best. You know I love you, right?” He doesn’t laugh at her or say anything, though he gifts her with flowers later that day. A week later, at the doctor’s they discover she’s pregnant.
This time it’s her turn to hold his head while he keels over and nearly brains himself on a table. And it’s then that he finally tells her that he loves her too. They spend the next hour blissed out and holding each others hands until the nurses have finished making sure Dad isn’t more than a bit concussed and kicks them out to go home.
7.65 months later, Mako is born.