[ Her voice rocks Hei to a semblance of life. Inhaling sharply, he swings to face her -- blindsided yet entirely unsurprised to find her there. His eyes flick across the lipstick smudged across her mouth, logging it without fully absorbing its meaning. He's still stymied by the enormity of his own fury and disappointment. He'd been so close to getting his hands on Amber. So fucking close. And like every single time, she'd slipped like mist from between his fingers, elusive as all the answers he wants from her. ]
[ In her place, there is Korra. She smells like fresh air; it is swirling off her skin, circulating in her clothes -- a reminder of how sweat-soaked and grimy and bloodsplattered he is. ]
[ Hei doesn't answer her. His gaze sweeps across the park, logging anything unusual. Operational faculties kick-start with a drunken jolt, as if the machinery of his mind was jammed: his muscles are still taut with adrenaline, and he forces them to ease into a more innocent shape. ]
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Date: 2015-03-22 02:31 am (UTC)[ In her place, there is Korra. She smells like fresh air; it is swirling off her skin, circulating in her clothes -- a reminder of how sweat-soaked and grimy and bloodsplattered he is. ]
[ Hei doesn't answer her. His gaze sweeps across the park, logging anything unusual. Operational faculties kick-start with a drunken jolt, as if the machinery of his mind was jammed: his muscles are still taut with adrenaline, and he forces them to ease into a more innocent shape. ]
We should get out of here.