[ Her response is so matter-of-fact -- so bittersweetly simple -- that he can't help but smile: quiet and small. He notices nothing else around him, could be shot dead that moment from point-blank range and never see it coming. Most people would think of someone with Korra's history as being anything but innocent anymore, but at that moment, to him, innocence practically defines her. Pegging emotions so neatly has always failed Hei. He complicates everything he touches; it is his nature. He problematizes things, possesses ambivalences, deals in verbal traps and coded subtexts and all the masked jargon that comes with spycraft. If the rest of the world is solved tomorrow, his own emotional state will remain an open case to him. ]
[ Korra isn't like that. She's a big tangled fascination of little details within, yet she cuts through everything like a slice of sunshine. She doesn't reside in the gray; she still sees things in shades of black and white. You're happy or you aren't. You love someone or you don't. It's childlike yet he's grateful for it. Because with her he can stop trying so hard, and sink down into the pursuit of ... whatever he is pursuing. Closeness. Heat. Understanding. ]
[ He doesn't say anything. Just kisses her, a soft slide of lips, brushing his tongue into the seam of her lips, along the crooks, his focus honing on those tiny wet folds, that place on a person's mouth which is like the smallest furl of a univalve. Home from work, he should be making a beeline for the fridge, yet this is the first thing he wants to taste; the only thing that speaks to his hunger. ]
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[ Her response is so matter-of-fact -- so bittersweetly simple -- that he can't help but smile: quiet and small. He notices nothing else around him, could be shot dead that moment from point-blank range and never see it coming. Most people would think of someone with Korra's history as being anything but innocent anymore, but at that moment, to him, innocence practically defines her. Pegging emotions so neatly has always failed Hei. He complicates everything he touches; it is his nature. He problematizes things, possesses ambivalences, deals in verbal traps and coded subtexts and all the masked jargon that comes with spycraft. If the rest of the world is solved tomorrow, his own emotional state will remain an open case to him. ]
[ Korra isn't like that. She's a big tangled fascination of little details within, yet she cuts through everything like a slice of sunshine. She doesn't reside in the gray; she still sees things in shades of black and white. You're happy or you aren't. You love someone or you don't. It's childlike yet he's grateful for it. Because with her he can stop trying so hard, and sink down into the pursuit of ... whatever he is pursuing. Closeness. Heat. Understanding. ]
[ He doesn't say anything. Just kisses her, a soft slide of lips, brushing his tongue into the seam of her lips, along the crooks, his focus honing on those tiny wet folds, that place on a person's mouth which is like the smallest furl of a univalve. Home from work, he should be making a beeline for the fridge, yet this is the first thing he wants to taste; the only thing that speaks to his hunger. ]