take a tiny step into another world

[anatural]

WHO: Korra & Hei
WHAT: Months after leaving Republic City, Hei tracks down Korra.

[A lot can happen in ten months, Korra had thought as Hei left. And she had been right. Just a few weeks after he left, she'd gotten word that her father had been injured in an uprising in the South Pole. That her uncle's troops weren't there to protect the South Pole, but were there to control their sister tribe. She'd kicked herself for not realizing it sooner — hadn't Jinora warned her?

So against Tenzin's wishes, she had gone home to help her tribe. He'd told her that it was important for the Avatar to be impartial, that she was a representative of the world and not just her tribe. Bullshit. Home is home is home, and her home had needed her.

It had been a brutal slap in the face. Her attempts to resolve the situation peacefully had ended in failure. The Northern Water Tribe soldiers didn't acknowledge her as having any authority. Some people didn't even believe she was still the Avatar. The southern soldiers she fought alongside didn't say anything to her face, but she heard the whispers and knew that they thought she was holding them back, because she went out of her way not to kill any of the northern soldiers, because her uncle is the leader of the Northern Water Tribe.

She'd tried to prove her loyalty by kidnapping her uncle, and that plan had backfired. That's how she ended up his prisoner, brought up to the North Pole to open the northern spirit portal.

And that's how she ended up trapped in the spirit world.]

Comments

[anatural]

Stupid spirits. [Grumbled. She sighs and runs her fingers through her hair. No idea where Raava's gone. No leads. An antagonistic world of spirits. It's enough to make her cry.

But she doesn't. Nor does she ask Hei for suggestions. He never even believed in spirits before coming here; what would he know?

Just start walking. She'll come across a clue eventually.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ A summary of the past forty-eight hours:

Traveling all the way to the North Pole like his life is a chapter out of The Snow Queen.
Entering a dimension closer to Wonderland than anything mentioned in religious books or mythologies.
Being duped by a tentacled monster wearing Pai's face.
Encountering a mini-Korra.
Turning pint-sized himself.
Saving Korra from a haunted tree.
Reuniting an empty shell with the incorporeal spirit.
Being snarked at by a demented chipmunk. ]

[ Hei cringes, and it's almost visible. Lifting a hand, he massages his eyelids with a thumb and forefinger, the eyes sandpapery with exhaustion. Then he strips his gloves and warms his hands together. They feel sweaty and pink and wrinkled, skin like a baby mouse's. When this nightmare is over, he's going to take a nap that puts Rip van Winkle to shame. And with that he sucks in a deep breath and strides after Korra, letting it energize him, the drive toward a goal. When he's home: hot baths. Sleep. Whiskey. Lots of whiskey. And his bed. Hell, Korra's bed. And he'll get some take-out crab rangoon. Or sesame noodles. He'd kill for some noodles. ]

[ For now though, his eyes are focused straight ahead, with an intensity suggestive of crosshairs roving for a target. ]

[anatural]

[For some reason, this is the last thing Korra expects.]

What are you doing?

[mortemscintilla]

[ Hei blinks, glancing at her, not quite in time to conceal a flicker of what resembles genuine confusion. ]

What do you mean, 'what am I doing'?

[ It should be obvious. He's scanning the parameter for any hostile spirits. The last thing they need is to be taken by surprise. Again. ]

[anatural]

I mean, aren't you going back? [Honestly, a part of her can't help feeling like he's just a figment of her imagination, and that at any moment, he's going to vanish.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ Hei is blindsided enough by the suggestion that he blinks, staring blankly for a moment. Then his features readjust themselves to a familiar impatience. ]

Of course not.

[ The words are salted with irritation, but something else too. Incredulity that she'd even ask. At the same time, he's not surprised. It says volumes about what she thinks of him, of their mess of a relationship, that the first assumption she fits to the meager facts is of him abandoning her at the crux of disaster. ]

[anatural]

[She'd ask it of pretty much anyone who was here with her. This is Avatar stuff — she just assumes she'd handle it alone. And, okay, Hei does have a habit of vanishing. But mostly she just assumes that other people have other plans, other things to do, and she has to handle things on her own. The thought of him joining her is just...confusing.]

Oh. Okay.

[mortemscintilla]

[ Something almost like a headache thumps behind Hei's eyelids. The implication braided into her words, in her silence, coils around him. It's just another reminder of how surreally similar they both can be. Determined to handle everything by themselves, out of either duty or some unfathomable self-flagellation. So used to running everything that they think they're right even when they're beating themselves up for being wrong. Always needing to be the biggest hero, or the biggest monster. Except, now that he's here, he can't believe he'd gone off exploring, like some trust-fund baby leisurely backpacking across Europe. The sense of displacement, of missing something so important while being fixated on what is utterly trivial, is killer. ]

[ He tries to tell himself he'd been too restless to stay in Republic city. To be a warped consort to the Avatar, when he was too mentally disturbed after everything in Tokyo, in the City, to participate in a full-blown love affair. But that feels like an excuse. It doesn't make him feel better about how coolly he'd treated her when she'd said I love you -- almost a code for Please stay. And it didn't explain away his own mendacity. ]

[ That's what irritates the most. It would've been one thing if he hadn't cared for her, to gallivant off for reconnaissance. But he does care about her, and he'd promised to have her back. How selfish, in light of that, to have abandoned her when he knew the politics of Korra's world were unstable anyway. ]

[ He wishes he could tell her that. But what's the point? The most he can do is make amends -- here and now. ]

[ At length, ]

I want to help you. That's all.

[anatural]

It's going to be a lot of weird spirit stuff. [Which she knows isn't his thing. You sure you're up for that, Hei?]

[mortemscintilla]

[ Hei lets off a huff that's indecipherable -- either amused or dismissive. Reaching out, he touches her shoulder -- a brief, but hard squeeze. A year ago, he'd never have come here. He's always navigated through the world as a loner. Always been self-centered. Always had assets and business associates, but few friends. He knows what he is, and has grown grudgingly tolerant of those facts. Any other time, he'd have left Korra to fend for herself without a qualm. The Avatar isn't helpless. All she'd represent is time and energy that could be refocused elsewhere. ]

[ But somewhere along the line, that mindset has faded. Suddenly he is seventeen again, back in the jungles of South America with Pai. Suddenly Korra's life has a value beyond mere currency. Time is surreal that way. Once she'd meant nothing to him; now he'll willingly go through the bizarre and nightmarish for her. It is the kind of knee-jerk reaction he might once have made spying a child playing on the street in a careening car's path. Instinct. Nothing to second-guess or strategize. ]

[ Letting his hand slip away, he says, ]

We'll deal with it.

[ As far as he's concerned, that's the end of the discussion. ]