Date: 2014-05-19 02:08 am (UTC)
mortemscintilla: ∅ I got mouths to feed (Hei - Considering Options)
[ She turns her face away, and there's something in Hei's gaze, sparking dim but soft, before it fades. He's too well-trained not to read the distress she's telegraphing. Subtle as Yin is about these things, he knows her too well -- her moods, her kinetics, the shimmering flux of sub-rosa distress under her skin, as if she's caught between a wash of emotion and the instinct to impede the flood. He's been in that position before. Not often, because as a matter of basic survival he's developed a professional detachment to the frailties, grotesqueries, and fateful idiosyncrasies affecting the human psyche. Emotional scar tissue. That doesn't, however, mean he's impervious to its ache. ]

[ His palm rests a moment longer on her shoulder, fingers warm and light against the delicate slope. It's both steadying and comforting -- an implicit Yes. Friends. I promise -- without his having to say anything at all. He glances away then, and the glowing streetlights and multicolored blurs of traffic play geometric patterns across his profile. ]

[ When he speaks, the tone is businesslike again, but there's still a warmth at the fringes, ]


There's a flat not far from here. I'm planning to rent two rooms there. You not under obligation to move there if you're comfortable on Air Temple Island. But when you're in Republic City, think of it as a safehouse.

[ Granted, this new world is less dangerous than their own. But that's no reason to abandon precautions and contingencies. ]
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