[ She reminds Hei of a touch-me-not flower. Her body is so alluring, all petaled curls and lush softness, but wedded to her prickly face, like stem to blossom, it seems to sum her up as an incongruity. Hei glares briefly at Mako, his eyes sharp as an arctic bite -- an unspoken This is all your fault -- then recalls himself to a semblance of softness when he glances back at Korra, his face smoothing out into friendlier lines. (Privately, he knows it's damn hypocritical of him to take the high road, considering that in the face of his own cruelties towards Korra, Mako's boorishness amounts to little more than a pinch.) ]
[ Gently, he reaches out and strokes her. A soothing but somehow beguiling play that sends his fingertips skittering from her shoulders down to her ripe, dark little arms, across her flank, down the belly, teasing the tuft of dark curls showing between her crossed legs. ]
[ Quietly, as if Mako is no longer in the room, (even though it's him that's being discussed,) ]
Then he can go back to watching.
[ Because he hasn't done anything, in Hei's estimation, to warrant a higher favor. ]
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 2014-10-26 03:21 am (UTC)[ Gently, he reaches out and strokes her. A soothing but somehow beguiling play that sends his fingertips skittering from her shoulders down to her ripe, dark little arms, across her flank, down the belly, teasing the tuft of dark curls showing between her crossed legs. ]
[ Quietly, as if Mako is no longer in the room, (even though it's him that's being discussed,) ]
Then he can go back to watching.
[ Because he hasn't done anything, in Hei's estimation, to warrant a higher favor. ]