[ Poor Mako. Consigned to the background like sharp-shaped wallpaper. ]
[ Hei keeps his half-shuttered eyes fixed on Korra, his breathing steadying like there's something gentle curling in his chest. He likes the warmth spreading into the gap between their bodies; likes the soft glow of her eyes, so dreamily blue. Moments like these, he feels almost like he could be done with flashbang affairs. A sentimental thought, at the end of the day, but maybe stagnating for so long in one place -- no Contractors, no battles, no Syndicate -- will do that to you. It unnerves Hei on some level, and he still isn't amenable to too much intimacy and unnecessary touches in bare little moments. ]
[ But Korra doesn't offer them, like maybe she's starting to know and understand him a little too. ]
I will, then.
[ Matter-of-fact, but with an amusement at the edges. Reaching for his Network device, he thumbs in the number for his favorite take-out place. Places an order (large enough for twelve people) before pausing, mid-type, as if remembering he and Korra aren't the only ones in the room. ]
[ To Mako, an offhand question that might be a temporary olive branch, ]
You want sake?
[ Hopefully the kid isn't as much of a lightweight as Korra. ]
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Date: 2014-11-02 10:39 pm (UTC)[ Hei keeps his half-shuttered eyes fixed on Korra, his breathing steadying like there's something gentle curling in his chest. He likes the warmth spreading into the gap between their bodies; likes the soft glow of her eyes, so dreamily blue. Moments like these, he feels almost like he could be done with flashbang affairs. A sentimental thought, at the end of the day, but maybe stagnating for so long in one place -- no Contractors, no battles, no Syndicate -- will do that to you. It unnerves Hei on some level, and he still isn't amenable to too much intimacy and unnecessary touches in bare little moments. ]
[ But Korra doesn't offer them, like maybe she's starting to know and understand him a little too. ]
I will, then.
[ Matter-of-fact, but with an amusement at the edges. Reaching for his Network device, he thumbs in the number for his favorite take-out place. Places an order (large enough for twelve people) before pausing, mid-type, as if remembering he and Korra aren't the only ones in the room. ]
[ To Mako, an offhand question that might be a temporary olive branch, ]
You want sake?
[ Hopefully the kid isn't as much of a lightweight as Korra. ]