[ Hei keeps her cradled close, making a heavy circle with his arms, hands linked at her belly like the clasp of a necklace. Their bodies are dappled by the evening sun that filters through the stirring leaves. He can hear the caws and flutterings of birds in the trees. Eyes drooping half-shut, he forces away his kneejerk urge to stay alert. In the heated water, with Korra all warm and deliciously drowsing against his chest, he almost feels content, his thoughts no longer the antic loop of a racetrack, but like glossy stones skipping across a stream. ]
[ Out in space, his mind had always felt cramped, ideas drifting in ghostly after-images of perfect darkness. But here, he understands that all the light in his mind -- and there is a lot -- is because of Korra. God, she's done so much -- not just saved this world over and over, sacrificed and suffered -- but in the midst of all that she'd infused his vacant life with the bright currents of purpose: a muse, a fuel. He's scared of losing that -- or being unequal to it after three years away. But he's felt worse fears before, and should it matter if this one gets big and threatens to sink him down? He's never let it drown him. And yet... ]
[ Quietly, ]
Doesn't it... disturb you? Me coming back like this? It seems to disturb your friends.
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Date: 2015-01-02 04:33 am (UTC)[ Hei keeps her cradled close, making a heavy circle with his arms, hands linked at her belly like the clasp of a necklace. Their bodies are dappled by the evening sun that filters through the stirring leaves. He can hear the caws and flutterings of birds in the trees. Eyes drooping half-shut, he forces away his kneejerk urge to stay alert. In the heated water, with Korra all warm and deliciously drowsing against his chest, he almost feels content, his thoughts no longer the antic loop of a racetrack, but like glossy stones skipping across a stream. ]
[ Out in space, his mind had always felt cramped, ideas drifting in ghostly after-images of perfect darkness. But here, he understands that all the light in his mind -- and there is a lot -- is because of Korra. God, she's done so much -- not just saved this world over and over, sacrificed and suffered -- but in the midst of all that she'd infused his vacant life with the bright currents of purpose: a muse, a fuel. He's scared of losing that -- or being unequal to it after three years away. But he's felt worse fears before, and should it matter if this one gets big and threatens to sink him down? He's never let it drown him. And yet... ]
[ Quietly, ]
Doesn't it... disturb you? Me coming back like this? It seems to disturb your friends.