[ Hei jerks his hand away, His whole body is as immobile as a statue, an barbed-wire wall surrounded by a frenzy of dancing bodies that never quite collide with him. Electronic music bounces off the walls, anchored by a thumping base line and undercut by crooning lyrics. The relentless beat, or perhaps the piling irritations of the assignment, is all giving him a headache. ]
[ Or maybe it's just Korra. Everything about her, from the tick-tocking pendulum of her hips, to the blue glints of her eyes, makes his stomach seethe and boil, makes him quietly, nail-spitting mad, sour-mouthed; it's as if every ounce of irony and fucked-up karma in the universe has been melted together like warm butter and poured into this girl. ]
[ She's a Contractor. But she doesn't belong in this world. Nor did Pai. ]
[ He blinks, before his expression shifts, taking on shades of dismissal and weariness. ]
Be back at the safehouse in nine hours.
[ What she does until then is her business. He's ready to call it a night and go. ]
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Date: 2015-03-17 02:51 am (UTC)[ Or maybe it's just Korra. Everything about her, from the tick-tocking pendulum of her hips, to the blue glints of her eyes, makes his stomach seethe and boil, makes him quietly, nail-spitting mad, sour-mouthed; it's as if every ounce of irony and fucked-up karma in the universe has been melted together like warm butter and poured into this girl. ]
[ She's a Contractor. But she doesn't belong in this world. Nor did Pai. ]
[ He blinks, before his expression shifts, taking on shades of dismissal and weariness. ]
Be back at the safehouse in nine hours.
[ What she does until then is her business. He's ready to call it a night and go. ]