[ Hei stares at Korra, something both hot-cold and strangely blank in his eyes. Inside, the sparks of violence are blending and stirring with disbelief. After everything she knows about him, both impressions and evidence, what made her think going for his throat would be met with anything but savagery. He can feel her pulse leaping where his fingers are clamped on her wrist. Feel the sharp vibrations of her fear. ]
[ It rouses no compassion in him. But it doesn't whet his anger, either. Beneath his forbidding shell, he is confused. A-swim in it, but not at all sure he wants to go ashore. His exhausted mind serves up snapshots of the last hour -- the uncharacteristic message, the drunkenness, the neediness, the weird experimentation. They plop into place inside the bowl of his mind, big scoops of understanding, connecting with other details that were, before this, laced with more offhand meanings: the recent curse, the pictures she'd squirreled away from him, the faces they'd contained. ]
[ Scowling, Hei drops her wrist. Straightens, but doesn't step away. ]
I don't like it.
[ He seldom has, except with lovers who leave him open to a certain amount of reorientation and reconsideration of how the lines of power will play themselves out. And even then, he's had too many experiences of being tied down against his will to detach very far from the sense-memory of combat, to let go and enjoy it. ]
[ (He'd allowed Amber to do it. But that was more an expression of trust couched in kink -- as so many things between them were.) ]
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Date: 2014-11-08 08:30 pm (UTC)[ Hei stares at Korra, something both hot-cold and strangely blank in his eyes. Inside, the sparks of violence are blending and stirring with disbelief. After everything she knows about him, both impressions and evidence, what made her think going for his throat would be met with anything but savagery. He can feel her pulse leaping where his fingers are clamped on her wrist. Feel the sharp vibrations of her fear. ]
[ It rouses no compassion in him. But it doesn't whet his anger, either. Beneath his forbidding shell, he is confused. A-swim in it, but not at all sure he wants to go ashore. His exhausted mind serves up snapshots of the last hour -- the uncharacteristic message, the drunkenness, the neediness, the weird experimentation. They plop into place inside the bowl of his mind, big scoops of understanding, connecting with other details that were, before this, laced with more offhand meanings: the recent curse, the pictures she'd squirreled away from him, the faces they'd contained. ]
[ Scowling, Hei drops her wrist. Straightens, but doesn't step away. ]
I don't like it.
[ He seldom has, except with lovers who leave him open to a certain amount of reorientation and reconsideration of how the lines of power will play themselves out. And even then, he's had too many experiences of being tied down against his will to detach very far from the sense-memory of combat, to let go and enjoy it. ]
[ (He'd allowed Amber to do it. But that was more an expression of trust couched in kink -- as so many things between them were.) ]