fuse_box | steps in a journey

WHO: Korra & Hei
WHAT: A break from suffering for a little adorable.

[Korra lies back on the roof of the airship and lets out a heavy sigh of relief. Finally, some peace and quiet. When they'd started out on their journey, Korra had thought Asami's airship was ridiculously huge for their little party, but after two months of traveling, Korra's pretty sure a continent wouldn't give her enough space from Tenzin.

Surprisingly, her mentor hadn't exploded when he found out about the pregnancy. You’re not seventeen anymore, I know that, he'd told her. You’re only a few years younger than Pema was when Jinora was born. Korra thought she'd gotten off the hook, but Tenzin's relentless fretting was even worse than his explosive temper. It got even worse after she told Mako, Bolin, and Asami; the two brothers immediately teamed up with the air bending master to nanny her to death. They hadn't stopped fussing at her until Master Katara came aboard and asked how many times they'd been pregnant. As if to make up for the boys' fussiness, Asami's been laser-focused on their mission to find new air benders. And Hei...

She sighs. Hei is Hei. The eternally confusing, mind-breaking mess that she finds herself loving more and more despite everything. She wonders how long it will take him to hunt her down.]

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[He rests his chin on her shoulder, and she leans so that her head is against his.]

Wouldn't it be crazy if she's an airbender?

[ The settled weight of her against him is like a blanket of warmth. Hei tightens his arms and, after a heartbeat's hesitation, kisses her temple. In his peripheral vision, he can see one of the porthole windows at the quaterdeck darken, and catches a glimpse of the white disk of what looks like Tenzin's concerned face. Ordinarily that'd be enough to dispel the mood, to let his arms slip off Korra. But right now ... who the hell cares? Korra's not the holy Madonna. That whelp didn't end up in her belly via immaculate conception. ]

[ Lightly, he butts his head against hers, warm and heavy and ticklish-soft as a dark cat resting on his shoulder. ]

[ Teasingly, ]

Not too crazy. But if she's a firebender or an earthbender, I'd want a paternity test.

[She snorts and elbows him affectionately but none too gently.]

Don't even joke about that.

[She notices Tenzin too, and deliberately ignores him. If he wants to interrupt the moment, he'll have to come out.]

[ Hei watches the blinds at the porthole twitch, then flip shut. Tenzin seems to have gone. Relaxing a degree, he folds Korra closer. His right hand has fanned, as if of its own volition, across her belly. Staring at his starfished fingers, Hei thinks, bleakly, I didn't invite you into our lives. You're trouble, and you're going to change everything. I like a smooth-limbed woman when I wake up in the morning, not a bloated harpy with moodswings and cramps, and that's what you'll turn her into. You'll distract her and weaken her but she'll still have no choice but to love you. I'll have no choice except try to do the same. Can't you see how messed-up that is? Can't I? ]

[ Because the kicker is ... I want to keep you as much as she does. ]

[ In his thoughts there is cold certainty. In his arms is just ... reality. Real, thrumming, hotly vibrant, an uncertainty, this miraculous and touchable Korra Plus ProtoTyke, her hair strung with motes of sunlight and dust, flesh exuding spicy sweat and temperament, the folds of her blouse across her belly like crumpled butterflies. ]

[ A beat, then two, before he speaks quietly, his gaze dipped, ]

When I was younger, I used to think a girl wasn't worth anything if she wasn't a bundle of trouble. If she didn't cost me something. [ Amber certainly had. And Pai cost him more than he'd had in his capacity to give. A pause, an exhale. ] I don't know ... what this baby will cost us. In any sense. But I don't want to let you down, either. I can't go on being that person who keeps hurting someone who cares for them, over and over. I can't be that person.

[Funny. I used to be the same. Isn't she still? Would she continue to love Hei like she does if he suddenly got easy to love? She doesn't know. She doesn't think about it. He keeps talking, and she rests her hand on his arm and squeezes reassuringly. As close as they've gotten, it's still a surprise and a thrill when he opens up to her without a screaming fight preceding it.]

We can do this. I know it's not going to be easy, but look at what we've already done. And we've got people on our side. We've got this.

[ It's still not easy for him to open up, not when there's nothing to be gained from it.. Not when he still views the world through the red divides of that killer, born in South America and propelled by bloodshed and warfare into ruthless maturity, who doesn't quite fit into a civilized world. Doesn't know how to have an exchange where the motive isn't to get the advantage somehow. Where honesty isn't the cover for a lie. ]

[ But he finds himself wanting to give her that honesty, because it will be something real, a level of truth most go their entire lives without confronting, always content to hide behind their social masks and deep-seated delusions. Her words suffuse him with something soft, buoyant, that makes him think of marshmallows shaped like the dumb sweet dreams of children, ready to be stabbed with sticks. ]

I hope so.

[ He doesn't mean it dubiously or dryly -- he means it genuinely, a plain kind of acknowledgement. Because he's terrified and skeptical and blindsided, but he also knows all there is to know about having something in your life you'll die for. Holding Korra against him, he reminds himself over and over he's lucky to share any aspect of this girl's life, no matter how big or small. And a quieter, more logical voice reminds him that if this all goes smash, at least he'll walk away knowing that, for at least a brief moment in time, he was happier than he ever deserved to be. ]

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