[ Hei had scanned the resort thoroughly during his last visit here. Enough to know the public and private layout as well as any of the employees; every bar, every corridor, every doorway, every closet. Now, it's less a matter of reconnoitering the parameter than it is in determining what exit routes and structural weak-points have altered. The answer: not much. Three new service entrances for the staff. An extra back-door leading to the garage. An indoor pool still under construction. ]
[ Other than that, everything appears copacetic. If there's an ambush, he'll know where the enemy is likeliest to slip in from. ]
[ Returning to the room, Hei allows that aspect of operational alertness to ... not switch off, but retract, like a spring-loaded blade clicking shut. His mind is on the hot springs, on Korra, anticipation soaking beneath his skin and suffusing his bloodstream. Of course, he has to cancel that when he steps into the room. Korra is asleep in the middle of the bed, breathing softly. He can trace the outline of her face in the semi-dark. The light from the single lamp clings to her, a golden dust. ]
[ Disappointed, but mostly amused, Hei settles quietly at the edge of the bed. She really is a child sometimes, stubbornly insisting she's not sleepy even as her face splits in enormous yawns. Smiling, he strokes the warm heap of her hair, the curve of her cheek, contemplating whether to wake her up or leave her be. Ignores the immediacy of old impatience, and decides on the latter. ]
[ There's always tomorrow. She can catch up on her precious shut-eye tonight -- while he scans the towering ring of mountains enclosing the resort for exits and hideaways. ]
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Date: 2014-11-23 12:30 am (UTC)[ Other than that, everything appears copacetic. If there's an ambush, he'll know where the enemy is likeliest to slip in from. ]
[ Returning to the room, Hei allows that aspect of operational alertness to ... not switch off, but retract, like a spring-loaded blade clicking shut. His mind is on the hot springs, on Korra, anticipation soaking beneath his skin and suffusing his bloodstream. Of course, he has to cancel that when he steps into the room. Korra is asleep in the middle of the bed, breathing softly. He can trace the outline of her face in the semi-dark. The light from the single lamp clings to her, a golden dust. ]
[ Disappointed, but mostly amused, Hei settles quietly at the edge of the bed. She really is a child sometimes, stubbornly insisting she's not sleepy even as her face splits in enormous yawns. Smiling, he strokes the warm heap of her hair, the curve of her cheek, contemplating whether to wake her up or leave her be. Ignores the immediacy of old impatience, and decides on the latter. ]
[ There's always tomorrow. She can catch up on her precious shut-eye tonight -- while he scans the towering ring of mountains enclosing the resort for exits and hideaways. ]