[ The way Hei looks past Chekov is askew, his eyes trailing across the scenery, alert for threats. His nerves spit white-hot fire, and the space of his brain feels exponentially vast and open and boiling with darkness; energy crackles at his edges, but it seems to meld with the eruptions and the stamp and clang of battle. ]
[ It's a strange sensation. Feeling both intensely at home and impossibly on-edge. ]
[ When he glances at Chekov, it's with a perfectly blank face. (Adrenaline often exaggerates other peoples' expressions. Hei's, it irons flat.) The dialectal hybrid of Cantonese and Japanese, so common in Korra's world, is on the tip of his tongue, before he thinks Russian instead. ]
An airbender with a shaved head. He and his group are after Korra.
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Date: 2014-08-28 08:23 pm (UTC)[ It's a strange sensation. Feeling both intensely at home and impossibly on-edge. ]
[ When he glances at Chekov, it's with a perfectly blank face. (Adrenaline often exaggerates other peoples' expressions. Hei's, it irons flat.) The dialectal hybrid of Cantonese and Japanese, so common in Korra's world, is on the tip of his tongue, before he thinks Russian instead. ]
An airbender with a shaved head. He and his group are after Korra.