[ I'm fine. That's one thing that hasn't changed -- her tendency to force everything down into a secret, tightly-clenched place, where there's the constant danger of it bursting out at the completely wrong time. It's so typical, he thinks, with fresh resentment -- for both of them. Give the Black Reaper and the Avatar a magic hat and watch the feelings disappear, At least an apocalypse-class meltdown -- a fight, a fuck, something -- would have cleared the air. ]
[ Then there's a knock on the door. Hei tenses, watching Korra hurry to answer it as if she can't get away fast enough. As if she's the victim of a surprise birthday party on the wrong day, for the wrong person. ]
[ Then he hears Mako's voice. Great. What are the odds she'd shack up with her ex again? It makes him seethe, but its nothing like the wild electric thrill of anger or jealousy; this is low-level and icy. Permafrosted. Even as he knows it's unfair; it's been three years, time has passed, altered her priorities. Maybe it's even for the best? Nothing Mako's done to Korra amounts more than a papercut compared to Hei's own cruelties. ]
[ But -- christ. He wants to have the bastard's head off. Right here on the stoop, carve his thumping heart out of his chest. Like she's devoured his. ]
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[ Then there's a knock on the door. Hei tenses, watching Korra hurry to answer it as if she can't get away fast enough. As if she's the victim of a surprise birthday party on the wrong day, for the wrong person. ]
[ Then he hears Mako's voice. Great. What are the odds she'd shack up with her ex again? It makes him seethe, but its nothing like the wild electric thrill of anger or jealousy; this is low-level and icy. Permafrosted. Even as he knows it's unfair; it's been three years, time has passed, altered her priorities. Maybe it's even for the best? Nothing Mako's done to Korra amounts more than a papercut compared to Hei's own cruelties. ]
[ But -- christ. He wants to have the bastard's head off. Right here on the stoop, carve his thumping heart out of his chest. Like she's devoured his. ]
[ Aloud, in a tone of flat absence, ]
Suppose it's not okay?