[ It's taken him a long time to understand the peculiar arrangement between Korra and Asami. Impossible to see the other woman as a threat. Not when she's done so much for both him and Korra -- individually, and as a couple. The sight of her -- at parties, at meetings, on the street -- has become almost as precious to him as Yin's. Even before she bailed him out of his own spiraling shitstorm of a life, he'd grown fond of her. Yet mixed in with his gratitude is bitterness, because Asami shouldn't have to play surrogate-parent for Mai, pseudo-therapist and crying-shoulder and pillar-of-support for Korra, always in her orbit like a soft, moon-pretty satellite. ]
[ That is Hei's job. His privilege. Or was, before he'd completely and utterly fucked it up. ]
[ Korra tugs him close, and the imprint of her kiss blossoms in a heat-wave -- from his mouth all through the rest of him. Hei's breath is a painful barb in his throat; he wants to jerk away, except everything feels surreal, the world separated by a dreamy film and barely coming into contact with his skin. There is only Korra: the proportions of her mouth, so small and soft and familiar. Her scent, like dust and a hard fight and something he can never name, a sweetly mineral whiff like a forest after rainfall. ]
[ The kiss breaks, renews, once, again: each touch is so natural, so necessary, he wonders how he could ever have thought this was something to resist. ]
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Date: 2015-07-12 01:48 am (UTC)[ That is Hei's job. His privilege. Or was, before he'd completely and utterly fucked it up. ]
[ Korra tugs him close, and the imprint of her kiss blossoms in a heat-wave -- from his mouth all through the rest of him. Hei's breath is a painful barb in his throat; he wants to jerk away, except everything feels surreal, the world separated by a dreamy film and barely coming into contact with his skin. There is only Korra: the proportions of her mouth, so small and soft and familiar. Her scent, like dust and a hard fight and something he can never name, a sweetly mineral whiff like a forest after rainfall. ]
[ The kiss breaks, renews, once, again: each touch is so natural, so necessary, he wonders how he could ever have thought this was something to resist. ]