[ Hei doesn't meet her eyes. Instead he lets her hands roam, perfectly still except for a fine, fluttering tremor that might be ticklishness or nerves. He doesn't want her to focus on the myriad clues on his body. But he doesn't know what to tell her, either. ]
[ How it feels so strange not to be in a place where the surfaces aren't artificial. Formica. Vinyl. Plastic. Fluorescent. How everything here feels so real, so strangely gritty and textured. Iron, wood, leather, wool. He can't tell her how it's so wonderful to sprawl in bed with her, bathed in the bars of honey-colored sunlight that fall through the blinds. Inside the Enterprise, the light, despite its luminosity, had never felt the same as real sunlight: it was as if the architecture of the ship, or the compounds used to build it -- the chrome and steel and plastiglass -- leeched some part of the brightness away. Not just the heat -- but its vitamins or the really nourishing part of it. When it had touched his skin, it had felt as cold as the light from a bare bulb in a broom closet. ]
[ He wants to sprawl here in bed, bathed in this airy sunlight, for as long as he can. Drinking it in, the same way a plant does. ]
[ And nestled against him, Korra is like a ripe tasty fruit, warmed by that same wonderful sun. ]
[ Finally, in a tone of deceptive jocularity: ]
Months and months on a ship? Not much to do but read and work out and sleep.
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Date: 2014-12-12 12:05 am (UTC)[ How it feels so strange not to be in a place where the surfaces aren't artificial. Formica. Vinyl. Plastic. Fluorescent. How everything here feels so real, so strangely gritty and textured. Iron, wood, leather, wool. He can't tell her how it's so wonderful to sprawl in bed with her, bathed in the bars of honey-colored sunlight that fall through the blinds. Inside the Enterprise, the light, despite its luminosity, had never felt the same as real sunlight: it was as if the architecture of the ship, or the compounds used to build it -- the chrome and steel and plastiglass -- leeched some part of the brightness away. Not just the heat -- but its vitamins or the really nourishing part of it. When it had touched his skin, it had felt as cold as the light from a bare bulb in a broom closet. ]
[ He wants to sprawl here in bed, bathed in this airy sunlight, for as long as he can. Drinking it in, the same way a plant does. ]
[ And nestled against him, Korra is like a ripe tasty fruit, warmed by that same wonderful sun. ]
[ Finally, in a tone of deceptive jocularity: ]
Months and months on a ship? Not much to do but read and work out and sleep.