[ He ignores her killing pout. Drops his hands, and steps past her. He knows she's probably used to her allure exerting its power. To men bending, complying, making the time pass for her. And while Hei is used to being the lowest common denominator, just a body, just a dick, a blank slate onto which a lover projects illusions -- that is exclusively on assignments. Beyond that, he prefers expediency: sex doesn't rank high on his list of priorities. After the life he's lived, after the red-rippling disaster with Amber, the scorching ruin of Heaven's War, even the linked drama between orgasm and death has become astonishingly flaccid. ]
[ Sidling away from her, he checks the perimeter. The windows and doors are secure: no rusty locks, no decaying wood. A set of steeply-angled steps lead to the upstairs: spacious, paneled, wooden beams and a prettily peaked ceiling, the furniture indistinguishable lumps beneath a cover of sheets. The whole darkened house has an almost melodious, haunted echo to it, like a spiral inside a conch shell. ]
[ Briskly, he tugs the sheet off a couch. Dust swirls. Without looking at Korra, he says, ]
You should contact your handler tomorrow. Tell him to figure out who those agents were, then make arrangements for you to exit the country.
[ He'll formulate an escape-plan of his own. Whatever gives him a secure passage out of the USA, and back to Japan. ]
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Date: 2015-03-19 02:19 am (UTC)[ He ignores her killing pout. Drops his hands, and steps past her. He knows she's probably used to her allure exerting its power. To men bending, complying, making the time pass for her. And while Hei is used to being the lowest common denominator, just a body, just a dick, a blank slate onto which a lover projects illusions -- that is exclusively on assignments. Beyond that, he prefers expediency: sex doesn't rank high on his list of priorities. After the life he's lived, after the red-rippling disaster with Amber, the scorching ruin of Heaven's War, even the linked drama between orgasm and death has become astonishingly flaccid. ]
[ Sidling away from her, he checks the perimeter. The windows and doors are secure: no rusty locks, no decaying wood. A set of steeply-angled steps lead to the upstairs: spacious, paneled, wooden beams and a prettily peaked ceiling, the furniture indistinguishable lumps beneath a cover of sheets. The whole darkened house has an almost melodious, haunted echo to it, like a spiral inside a conch shell. ]
[ Briskly, he tugs the sheet off a couch. Dust swirls. Without looking at Korra, he says, ]
You should contact your handler tomorrow. Tell him to figure out who those agents were, then make arrangements for you to exit the country.
[ He'll formulate an escape-plan of his own. Whatever gives him a secure passage out of the USA, and back to Japan. ]