[ In Hei's mind, the cons tower nosebleed-high over the pros. But what's the point of arguing? They could prolong their Serious Conversation until they're both blue in the face. That won't make the baby less of a reality. Won't stop Korra's feelings from spiraling in ever increasing circles of contradictory, hormone-ridden confusion. Or stop his own frustration and fear from helixing into each other. Brother, lover, father. All of these roles are ruinous in his hands, all fatal. His life is a pile of flaming wrecks -- and he can still stride clear of this one. ]
[ He can leave Korra. Drop out of her life without a footprint or a firework, with that silent ease he's perfected. She'd rage and cry and mourn, he won't kid himself she won't ... but then the baby would come, and she'd love it, and all the people who loved her would be there and it would be all right. Maybe after a while there'd be some other lover too, who'd understand her and give her what she needed. If he was gone she'd really be free to take up with that Mr. or Miss Right. ]
[ Like she'd been free, the three years he was gone. Believing him dead, yet missing him anyway. What is it about him, that makes the Avatar into such a little idiot? ]
[ Then she leans in -- and her kiss, her words, ignite a pure, perfect charge of lovesickness through him. Darling little idiot, with her crazy declarations and her smiles and her tears. Telling him they'll make it work. Asking him to trust in her. In them. ]
[ Hei isn't sure he knows how. Isn't sure he functions that way. ]
[ It doesn't matter. The way he gathers her in, crushingly tight, is as if through the violence of a terrible rainstorm. Knowing the brunt of it is over now, and waiting for the after-effects to reveal the goodness or the harm. ]
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Date: 2015-02-18 01:07 am (UTC)[ He can leave Korra. Drop out of her life without a footprint or a firework, with that silent ease he's perfected. She'd rage and cry and mourn, he won't kid himself she won't ... but then the baby would come, and she'd love it, and all the people who loved her would be there and it would be all right. Maybe after a while there'd be some other lover too, who'd understand her and give her what she needed. If he was gone she'd really be free to take up with that Mr. or Miss Right. ]
[ Like she'd been free, the three years he was gone. Believing him dead, yet missing him anyway. What is it about him, that makes the Avatar into such a little idiot? ]
[ Then she leans in -- and her kiss, her words, ignite a pure, perfect charge of lovesickness through him. Darling little idiot, with her crazy declarations and her smiles and her tears. Telling him they'll make it work. Asking him to trust in her. In them. ]
[ Hei isn't sure he knows how. Isn't sure he functions that way. ]
[ It doesn't matter. The way he gathers her in, crushingly tight, is as if through the violence of a terrible rainstorm. Knowing the brunt of it is over now, and waiting for the after-effects to reveal the goodness or the harm. ]