[ He'll make it up to her. Or try to -- the way he's trying, in stops and starts, to make up for all the other ways he's disappointed her, deprived her, damaged her. It may never be enough. It may never fix what has been broken. But debts and exchanges, owing and being owed ... That's pretty standard for Hei's existence. Pai, Amber, Yin, Korra: he owes something to all of them, to these strong, strangely stunning women. ]
[ It might be officially over between him and love. But he's saving whatever remains of the emotion for them, because whatever they gave him, he can never give back. ]
[ She settles against his chest, and Hei strokes her spine with a soft, rhythmic feathering, listening to her silence as attentively as he listens to her words. She's sailing out to the rippled surface of sleep. He can feel it. ]
[ With a twitch of a smile, he tips a kiss to her forehead. ]
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Date: 2014-08-04 11:32 pm (UTC)[ It might be officially over between him and love. But he's saving whatever remains of the emotion for them, because whatever they gave him, he can never give back. ]
[ She settles against his chest, and Hei strokes her spine with a soft, rhythmic feathering, listening to her silence as attentively as he listens to her words. She's sailing out to the rippled surface of sleep. He can feel it. ]
[ With a twitch of a smile, he tips a kiss to her forehead. ]
I'll let you decide.