[ Whatever Hei's feeling over the course of events, he keeps buried and unreadable. Ideally, he should send Korra back Topside. But he needs to ensure the mage's spell worked. It's necessary to monitor Korra, at least for a single night. That she claims she's not sleepy doesn't particularly pique him; it's the adrenaline rush from the recent commotion, leaving her body pent-up, her brain fizzing over with ideas yet weighed down with a different sort of exhaustion. He knows what that's like, because he's felt it, too. ]
[ Except his mind shies from memories of how he'd remedied it once, with Amber. Life and warmth reasserting themselves. Reminders that they were still human, including all the flaws and frailties. In their line off work, that was easy to dismiss. ]
[ But Korra isn't Amber. And he can't keep using her this way. Building her up into a vast, soaring cathedral of the innocent, the feminine, the Pai-like. Yet also a blank canvas in that no man's land of anonymity, where he can cast her in whatever role gets him hard: daredevil, ingenue, pitiful victim of his cruel machinations; weak-willed, soft-hearted, half-witted fucktoy, love-starved dupe. She is more than a piece of meat to unhinge his jaw, sharpen his teeth, draw out his claws. ]
[ He keeps his gaze angled away. Murmurs, in the same tone he might've used for, Lattes are half-off at Starbucks, ]
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Date: 2014-11-11 12:00 am (UTC)[ Except his mind shies from memories of how he'd remedied it once, with Amber. Life and warmth reasserting themselves. Reminders that they were still human, including all the flaws and frailties. In their line off work, that was easy to dismiss. ]
[ But Korra isn't Amber. And he can't keep using her this way. Building her up into a vast, soaring cathedral of the innocent, the feminine, the Pai-like. Yet also a blank canvas in that no man's land of anonymity, where he can cast her in whatever role gets him hard: daredevil, ingenue, pitiful victim of his cruel machinations; weak-willed, soft-hearted, half-witted fucktoy, love-starved dupe. She is more than a piece of meat to unhinge his jaw, sharpen his teeth, draw out his claws. ]
[ He keeps his gaze angled away. Murmurs, in the same tone he might've used for, Lattes are half-off at Starbucks, ]
I can give you some of my sleeping pills.