[ Not that this is a hobby he'd encourage. He'd tried -- and failed -- to starve it out of her, right when he'd first sensed that leaping spark of interest for him. This girl with the jouncing ponytails and the big liontamer's eyes, made fearless by her naivety, going so far as to stick her head in the monster's maw just because she could. What if, instead of letting her closer, he'd bitten down, snapped her in half? What if he'd let the undercurrents of distrust and violence, always a thrumming skein in his psyche, gotten the better of him? Ignored the allure of Korra's promise, everything about her a sweet siren's song. I will give you a new life. Perfect, shiny and new. ]
[ He doesn't want to think about it. ]
[ Instead he catches the melony curve of Korra's skull with widespread hands, fingers threaded in her damp hair. Tips her head back to kiss her throat, the underside of her chin, thumbs smoothing her feathery brows, tracing the lashes that dance like ticklish velvet against his touch. He loves this: the smooth, strange fit of their bodies; the skittering pulse of their blood. Loves the rocking of her hips, the restless stir of his, like two waves meeting and melting, quieting the storm of his thoughts even as they make his brain chime to itself like a choir of broken glass. ]
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Date: 2015-01-05 01:31 am (UTC)[ Not that this is a hobby he'd encourage. He'd tried -- and failed -- to starve it out of her, right when he'd first sensed that leaping spark of interest for him. This girl with the jouncing ponytails and the big liontamer's eyes, made fearless by her naivety, going so far as to stick her head in the monster's maw just because she could. What if, instead of letting her closer, he'd bitten down, snapped her in half? What if he'd let the undercurrents of distrust and violence, always a thrumming skein in his psyche, gotten the better of him? Ignored the allure of Korra's promise, everything about her a sweet siren's song. I will give you a new life. Perfect, shiny and new. ]
[ He doesn't want to think about it. ]
[ Instead he catches the melony curve of Korra's skull with widespread hands, fingers threaded in her damp hair. Tips her head back to kiss her throat, the underside of her chin, thumbs smoothing her feathery brows, tracing the lashes that dance like ticklish velvet against his touch. He loves this: the smooth, strange fit of their bodies; the skittering pulse of their blood. Loves the rocking of her hips, the restless stir of his, like two waves meeting and melting, quieting the storm of his thoughts even as they make his brain chime to itself like a choir of broken glass. ]