[ The hammer-and-tongs sensation in Hei's brain, that had begun on the stoop at the prospect of seeing Korra, is now in a whole other league. He can barely breathe. It takes a few moments to recognize that this is because of the white-hot spark of grief crashing inside him, a physical force that makes him tremble to do something -- lash out, break whatever is in reach, wrench his own hair and snarl curses. ]
[ And at the same time it is so amazing to be gathering Korra in. Inhaling the scent of her. Soaking in that magical warmth of her skin. He squeezes her tightly, nose buried in her hair. Hot and solid in his arms, the soft curves and the hard prod of bones like a knife to the ribs. He can still scarcely believe it. His face burns; there is an aching bolus in his throat. ]
[ She says, How? but he doesn't let her go. Doesn't want to endure that helpless querying expression that he knows will haunt his conscience. ]
[ But sanity, control, slips in around the fierce emotion, waterlike, seeping through the cracks. After a wordless, drawn out beat of time, he draws back. Sags a little -- not exhausted so much as hangdog. His eyes, broken of their sharp focus, drift aside. ]
When I boarded the ship... I couldn't get back. Something went wrong.
[ I'm sorry. He has no idea how to say that. Three fucking years. How do you apologize that away? ]
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Date: 2014-12-02 12:07 am (UTC)[ And at the same time it is so amazing to be gathering Korra in. Inhaling the scent of her. Soaking in that magical warmth of her skin. He squeezes her tightly, nose buried in her hair. Hot and solid in his arms, the soft curves and the hard prod of bones like a knife to the ribs. He can still scarcely believe it. His face burns; there is an aching bolus in his throat. ]
[ She says, How? but he doesn't let her go. Doesn't want to endure that helpless querying expression that he knows will haunt his conscience. ]
[ But sanity, control, slips in around the fierce emotion, waterlike, seeping through the cracks. After a wordless, drawn out beat of time, he draws back. Sags a little -- not exhausted so much as hangdog. His eyes, broken of their sharp focus, drift aside. ]
When I boarded the ship... I couldn't get back. Something went wrong.
[ I'm sorry. He has no idea how to say that. Three fucking years. How do you apologize that away? ]