[ She walks away, and Hei feels as if she's torn off a whole top layer of his skin. What's left behind -- a mess of shredded tendons and sinews that feel like frayed red yarn -- threatens to collapse under the weight of realization. Korra has been having dreams. Dreams about him. About his past. The idea -- impossible, ludicrous -- makes a fine sheen of sweat break out on Hei's skin. Makes him feel like a bug in a belljar. Like that overdramatic ham of an actor in that stupid fucking movie. What was it called? The Truman show? He can't remember. ]
[ I've just had some trouble sleeping. The words clink into place like bullets within a slow-revolving chamber in his mind. He understands their implication now. Realizes this must've been going on for a while. The few weeks following the photo curse. Almost a half-month -- except he wants to round down instead of up. He wants to round down and down until it is a nub; until the idea of his life being replayed in Korra's mind dwindles to a flicker, then a fantasy, then a small, fleeting thought that he had entertained one afternoon and then rejected for sanity. ]
How much did you see?
[ He's whirled to face her before he realizes it. His eyes are enormous. He looks like a little boy, confronted by a monster under his bed. ]
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Date: 2014-11-08 11:18 pm (UTC)[ She walks away, and Hei feels as if she's torn off a whole top layer of his skin. What's left behind -- a mess of shredded tendons and sinews that feel like frayed red yarn -- threatens to collapse under the weight of realization. Korra has been having dreams. Dreams about him. About his past. The idea -- impossible, ludicrous -- makes a fine sheen of sweat break out on Hei's skin. Makes him feel like a bug in a belljar. Like that overdramatic ham of an actor in that stupid fucking movie. What was it called? The Truman show? He can't remember. ]
[ I've just had some trouble sleeping. The words clink into place like bullets within a slow-revolving chamber in his mind. He understands their implication now. Realizes this must've been going on for a while. The few weeks following the photo curse. Almost a half-month -- except he wants to round down instead of up. He wants to round down and down until it is a nub; until the idea of his life being replayed in Korra's mind dwindles to a flicker, then a fantasy, then a small, fleeting thought that he had entertained one afternoon and then rejected for sanity. ]
How much did you see?
[ He's whirled to face her before he realizes it. His eyes are enormous. He looks like a little boy, confronted by a monster under his bed. ]