[ Hei can't explain to her, exactly, what the problem is. It's not a physical decline; he's not having trouble getting it up. Nor has the fact of Korra's pregnancy reduced her to a vessel of burgeoning blood-clots, a formless soup of life that he's revolted by. But when he kisses her, it's always fleeting, almost chaste. Right now, sex is at an apoapsis in his life, crowded out by the weight of worries, the deadening pressures of impending parenthood. His entire being is always forking between excitement and dread, between being a pillar of support for Korra but also the unwilling sperm-donor, the silent partner-in-crime. The split makes everything feel surreal and distant from one moment to next. Fills his head with static even as it weighs his bones down with lead. ]
[ He can't say that to Korra. Instead he lets her coax him to sprawl next to her -- only to shove him away because his skin and clothes still carry the miasmic fug from the rally. ]
[ Scowling, Hei hauls himself to his feet. He blames the sprog for making her as unpredictable as a nest of rattlesnakes. She's never kicked him out of bed before for smelling like less than a spring rose. ]
I think I'll take the couch tonight.
[ Stripping his clothes off irritably, striving for that extra, imaginary inch of dignity that this lovesick relationship has deprived him of, he stomps off to shower. Damn hormones. Damn pregnancies. Why couldn't he have hooked up with a menopausal cougar instead of a teenybopper at the useless peak of her fertility? ]
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Date: 2015-03-02 04:29 am (UTC)[ He can't say that to Korra. Instead he lets her coax him to sprawl next to her -- only to shove him away because his skin and clothes still carry the miasmic fug from the rally. ]
[ Scowling, Hei hauls himself to his feet. He blames the sprog for making her as unpredictable as a nest of rattlesnakes. She's never kicked him out of bed before for smelling like less than a spring rose. ]
I think I'll take the couch tonight.
[ Stripping his clothes off irritably, striving for that extra, imaginary inch of dignity that this lovesick relationship has deprived him of, he stomps off to shower. Damn hormones. Damn pregnancies. Why couldn't he have hooked up with a menopausal cougar instead of a teenybopper at the useless peak of her fertility? ]