[ The anger is still there, shooting off erratic sparks within its vault. But Hei keeps it contained, refusing to let it flare and ignite again. Without turning his head, he regards Korra. Sometimes, in a zen trick, an entire view coheres from splinters. Like now, the faintest, oblique blue smudge of eyes and dark skin and curling wisps of soil colored hair, a five-degree slice of peripheral vision, the view from his ear of respiration and silence -- and he can see all of Korra, a puzzle of unexpected pieces falling smoothly into place. ]
[ Korra, who is keeping a secret from him. A secret which he can read throughout her whole body, and which he can abruptly taste, like a dark spoon of medicine sliding through him. ]
[ Hei blinks, once, twice, before the epiphany catches up with him. When he speaks, it's almost halting, ]
...Something you saw. In a dream?
[ A dream about me? The idea makes his gorge rise, everything inside him rebelling with disgust and violation -- even as he remains stock still. ]
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Date: 2014-11-08 10:52 pm (UTC)[ Korra, who is keeping a secret from him. A secret which he can read throughout her whole body, and which he can abruptly taste, like a dark spoon of medicine sliding through him. ]
[ Hei blinks, once, twice, before the epiphany catches up with him. When he speaks, it's almost halting, ]
...Something you saw. In a dream?
[ A dream about me? The idea makes his gorge rise, everything inside him rebelling with disgust and violation -- even as he remains stock still. ]