[ The house is eerily quiet. Yet there's a anguished energy in the air that nearly threatens to expel him. It's unusual -- the typical greeting for a furious Avatar involves blunt objects hurled at his head. Where is she? Cat-quiet, Hei pads through the corridors, noticing the congealed remnants of supper at the table. Detachment wavers as a small but terrible wave of guilt rolls through his mind, but he blinks and surfaces and breathes. ]
Korra?
[ A thump and a clatter tugs his attention toward the nursery. At the door, he takes in the crib, perfectly near-assembled, a plethora of tools scattered across the floor. Korra sits in the middle. Curled around her drawn-up knees, her heap of hair buried against them. He can hear her sobs juddering around in the air like the muffled bleats of a trapped kitten. Can practically smell the salty broth of her overflowing tears. ]
[ Everything in him aches to go to her. But there's a good chance she'll meet him with a bone-cracking roundhouse. So he stays where he is, his voice sonorous but small. ]
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 2015-02-23 11:51 pm (UTC)Korra?
[ A thump and a clatter tugs his attention toward the nursery. At the door, he takes in the crib, perfectly near-assembled, a plethora of tools scattered across the floor. Korra sits in the middle. Curled around her drawn-up knees, her heap of hair buried against them. He can hear her sobs juddering around in the air like the muffled bleats of a trapped kitten. Can practically smell the salty broth of her overflowing tears. ]
[ Everything in him aches to go to her. But there's a good chance she'll meet him with a bone-cracking roundhouse. So he stays where he is, his voice sonorous but small. ]
Hey...