mortemscintilla: ∅ Oh no there ain't no rest for the wicked (Hei - Muse)
Hei (Li Shenshung) ([personal profile] mortemscintilla) wrote in [community profile] fuse_box 2014-09-27 10:43 pm (UTC)

[ That period of deep ennui still rattles him, a reminder in its own way of how he and Korra began. When he'd started his relationship -- such as it was -- with her, he'd felt barely alive. He can remember all those times, when there seemed to be an invisible glaze of ice between them. When he couldn't decide if he didn't care, or if he merely lacked the energy for her intensity. It is exactly the same with Korra. Everything she is going through now ... is what he'd been inflicted with before. ]

[ He can't decide if it's karmic. Or just pathetic. ]

[ She palms his chest, lips doing those shy yet amazing things to his neck, and a prickling surge goes through him, a river rush of feeling like he's only ever felt for Pai, a strange vertiginous thing -- but far from innocent. Lashes lowering, he curls out a faint smile for her. His hips push forward, helplessly, letting her feel the hardening crux at his groin. He can feel taste dancing on the tip of his tongue. A bright crackle like lightning-bolts and pure sugar. But it's dangerous -- always -- to give them a proper shape. ]

[ He starts to say: ]
Listen. I -- [ But then he stops, as if teetering at the edge of a blade, as if he's read a bad verse on a hallmark card and is slapped by disgusted dread. ]

[ In the end, all he does is exhale. ]


You know.

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