[ The violent outburst, far from startling, is reassuring. Korra is, in many ways, a clueless child -- brash and out of her depth. But at least all the shit in the City hasn't shortcircuited her survival instincts yet. Because when all is said and done, she'd have to be a suicidal idiot, to trust him not to strangle her. Especially after everything she's endured at his hands. Especially after what she's no doubt glimpsed of his past in her dreams. ]
[ The fact that Hei, despite how much he wants to be different, can't be anything but ethically irredeemable... That is the real kicker. ]
[ Her shove displaces him, sends him tumbling back. He lands on his feet like a cat, graceful and balanced, unrepentent. Straightens slowly, not wary but coolly alert. His detachment is abrupt, seemingly absolute. Eyes like two dead ciphers, but with a piqued air of mockery simmering in the air around him. ]
You're lucky you don't do this for a living. [ It's a flat, bored tone that matches the measured neatness of his movements, as he shrugs into his fallen clothes, garment by garment, as if he's alone in the room. ] Hard to play chicken with yourself -- and back out when it's too much -- when you're not given a choice.
[ Just a scathing reminder, that she has the privilege of choice. Always will, as well as the freedom to be adventurous when she pleases, circumspect when she doesn't, and to look for broader horizons in the experience of her life and sexuality. Neither Hei nor Amber enjoyed those liberties -- which is why elements of danger, power imbalances, were such particular kinks for them. Not as enjoyable games, but as chillingly familiar structural orientations. ]
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[ The fact that Hei, despite how much he wants to be different, can't be anything but ethically irredeemable... That is the real kicker. ]
[ Her shove displaces him, sends him tumbling back. He lands on his feet like a cat, graceful and balanced, unrepentent. Straightens slowly, not wary but coolly alert. His detachment is abrupt, seemingly absolute. Eyes like two dead ciphers, but with a piqued air of mockery simmering in the air around him. ]
You're lucky you don't do this for a living. [ It's a flat, bored tone that matches the measured neatness of his movements, as he shrugs into his fallen clothes, garment by garment, as if he's alone in the room. ] Hard to play chicken with yourself -- and back out when it's too much -- when you're not given a choice.
[ Just a scathing reminder, that she has the privilege of choice. Always will, as well as the freedom to be adventurous when she pleases, circumspect when she doesn't, and to look for broader horizons in the experience of her life and sexuality. Neither Hei nor Amber enjoyed those liberties -- which is why elements of danger, power imbalances, were such particular kinks for them. Not as enjoyable games, but as chillingly familiar structural orientations. ]