Date: 2014-11-22 05:01 am (UTC)
mortemscintilla: ∅ Oh, there ain't no rest for the wicked (Hei - Bluest Of Blues)
[ Babe that you are, that's not why he's swept you up. Mostly it's so you don't trip and break your neck. ]

Relax. He's probably honored the Avatar drank from the same glass as him.

[ He hauls her with little difficulty down the corridor, fishing one-handed into his pocket for the keys and getting the door open with a few degrees more dexterity, The room is designed in the manner of all hotel spaces; comfortable and neatly-furnished. Despite boasting the Fire Nation's distinctive colors: blood-red bedspreads and upholstery, rich golden gilt and trimmings, the sum total gives off a sumptuous baronial vibe, instead of reminding him of something out of a bordello. ]

[ He carries Korra to the foot of the bed, lays her down gently, and kneels to take off her shoes. ]


Sleep in, if you want. We can try the hot springs tomorrow.
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