[ He doesn't want to stop. He wants to keep moving, in effortless flux, a blur through the city; its constellation of glittering lights, its chaos and clamor, its stench of salt water and rotten durian, garbage and car exhaust. He wishes he could keep walking right out of it, pictures himself taking a ship, sailing away to the Earth Kingdom's remote green territories. Living under the open curve of sky and stars, drifting from city to city, untethered, unblocked. His fantasy has a pure-blue vista, the same color as Korra's eyes -- but it does nothing but ignite a quiet homesickness. ]
[ Because home is where Korra is -- even with that unwelcome life inside her, building itself, feeding like a parasite on the coursing of her blood. ]
[ A child of his is a parasite. A worrisome freak that perfectly apes the intellect and abilities of a regular person -- but is a step outside of humankind, looking in. And loathing what it sees. ]
[ He's almost crossed the busy street before his arm is grabbed. He tries not to turn, tries to just jerk away and get to the tea-shop on the other side. But she is the Avatar, and when she grabs hold of you -- she grabs hold. He doesn't look at her. He keeps his eyes straight ahead, fixed on the drifting glints of satomobiles. ]
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Date: 2015-02-19 03:34 am (UTC)[ Because home is where Korra is -- even with that unwelcome life inside her, building itself, feeding like a parasite on the coursing of her blood. ]
[ A child of his is a parasite. A worrisome freak that perfectly apes the intellect and abilities of a regular person -- but is a step outside of humankind, looking in. And loathing what it sees. ]
[ He's almost crossed the busy street before his arm is grabbed. He tries not to turn, tries to just jerk away and get to the tea-shop on the other side. But she is the Avatar, and when she grabs hold of you -- she grabs hold. He doesn't look at her. He keeps his eyes straight ahead, fixed on the drifting glints of satomobiles. ]
[ Tonelessly, ]
I don't think I can do this.