[ At her words, the small burst of happiness that comes over him is simple, almost childish. When they're like this, when she speaks with such aching sincerity, he no longer feels so entrapped under the layers of icy bitterness that he can't reach her. She is Korra and she loves him, and it should knock him dizzy in gratitude, to hell splitting hairs about whether or not that's a good idea. But each time, despite his contentment, he can't suppress the doubt tightening in him, even a stir of fear. It makes him cringe, because the undertones are so pathetic. A dumb little boy who needs to hold someone's hand to feel safe, because everyone he knows has been swept away. ]
[ Maybe that's all it's about. Not insecurity but weary, lonely need. Because he's tired of losing everyone he cares about -- friends, lovers and allies stripped away in terrible and undefined ways. The repetitions of loss haven't made him wiser. They've just made him ... less. Whittling away at the softer parts of him and paring him closer and closer down to bone. ]
[ He squeezes Korra, hiding from her even as he cradles her closer. His voice feels scratchy and raw, but it is steady. ]
...Asami's in love with you.
[ Not a non-sequitur. Not really. Just an oblique reminder. You have better options than some murderous, half-empty remnant of a bad past. ]
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Date: 2014-12-31 04:27 am (UTC)[ Maybe that's all it's about. Not insecurity but weary, lonely need. Because he's tired of losing everyone he cares about -- friends, lovers and allies stripped away in terrible and undefined ways. The repetitions of loss haven't made him wiser. They've just made him ... less. Whittling away at the softer parts of him and paring him closer and closer down to bone. ]
[ He squeezes Korra, hiding from her even as he cradles her closer. His voice feels scratchy and raw, but it is steady. ]
...Asami's in love with you.
[ Not a non-sequitur. Not really. Just an oblique reminder. You have better options than some murderous, half-empty remnant of a bad past. ]