[ Korra presses closer, her eyes all wild and swimmy like a mute suffering kitten's, and Hei gathers her in for a moment. Smooths a palm down her back, whip-tense and juddering, content for the moment just to cradle the big warm silky bundle of her, listen to the thub of her heart, soaking up her fevery heat. He hopes the procedure is a success. Hopes this trouble will pass away and be forgotten, or if not forgotten, be as unimportant in Korra's everlasting now as the trouble he's made for her himself. ]
[ When her shakes have subsided, he eases her back onto the sheets. Refocuses on the mage, who is watching them with a shade too much interest, eyes squinched with humor. Or is it satire? ]
[ Rising, Hei ushers her out. He's paid her half her fee in advance; the rest of the payment, he'll fulfill once Korra passes through the night without a shadow of those ... Secondhand Dreams. Returning to the room, he shuts the door behind him with amuted click. Hesitates, then settles at the edge of Korra's bed, not quite looking at her. ]
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[ When her shakes have subsided, he eases her back onto the sheets. Refocuses on the mage, who is watching them with a shade too much interest, eyes squinched with humor. Or is it satire? ]
[ Rising, Hei ushers her out. He's paid her half her fee in advance; the rest of the payment, he'll fulfill once Korra passes through the night without a shadow of those ... Secondhand Dreams. Returning to the room, he shuts the door behind him with amuted click. Hesitates, then settles at the edge of Korra's bed, not quite looking at her. ]
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