[ I wasn't like this until I met you. There's a strange pang of pride at that, but it quickly ebbs into hurt. It's true. Korra isn't exactly the tender little muffin she'd been a few years ago. Sometimes, for a moment, there are glints in her eyes that seem so very ancient, like something beyond time trapped in the flesh of a child. She can't regain her innocence; she's grown up and out of fairy tales. Monsters aren't transformed by a kiss. Wishes can't make things come true. The means don't always justify the end. It's a pity. But it's an inevitable casualty of time, and a cruel atrophying of his company. ]
[ (Still, for him, she'll always be as open and shining in the dark as if she is made of that phosphorescent coral that glows in the murky sea depths.) ]
[ Drawing back from the warm tumble of her hair, he studies her face and then her pretty mouth, his own panting softly to the rhythm of his thrusts. Kisses her with a delving, greedy roughness, stabs of tongue leaving her as slick and open above as she is below. His hips stir and lap against hers like waves smacking pilings; sweat prickles between their skins, oiling their movements in a humid, lascivious slip-slide. ]
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Date: 2014-03-22 05:16 am (UTC)[ (Still, for him, she'll always be as open and shining in the dark as if she is made of that phosphorescent coral that glows in the murky sea depths.) ]
[ Drawing back from the warm tumble of her hair, he studies her face and then her pretty mouth, his own panting softly to the rhythm of his thrusts. Kisses her with a delving, greedy roughness, stabs of tongue leaving her as slick and open above as she is below. His hips stir and lap against hers like waves smacking pilings; sweat prickles between their skins, oiling their movements in a humid, lascivious slip-slide. ]