[ Hei finds himself shaking his head. He can move that much, but he's also somehow plastered to the ceiling, looking down on them both from above, these two sad people who don't know how to talk to each other, and never really have. It's like one of those awful maudlin plays, where everything slides into disaster because neither character has the right words, and from the audience it seems so simple, if they'd just say what they're feeling, thinking, everything will be peaches and cream. ]
[ Except this isn't a play. He reverts to that sort of detachment -- a psychological insulation that is almost academic -- when he's fucking with a mark's head. But Korra isn't a mark. He's learnt to save whatever remains of his honesty for her. Because the patience and honesty she's shown him, just be being herself -- he can never give back. ]
[ Keeping half-an-ear to the low hiss of the frying-pan, he lifts up one of the blouses on the couch. The frilly peach material leaps into relief against his black shirt. ]
She's not like Asami. [ Not like any girl Korra has likely ever met -- a phrase that sounds both proud and ominous, even in his head. ] The clothes were my idea. I'm sure she'd prefer something low-key herself. But -- [ A shrug, that makes it clear: I'm used to spoiling her. ]
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[ Except this isn't a play. He reverts to that sort of detachment -- a psychological insulation that is almost academic -- when he's fucking with a mark's head. But Korra isn't a mark. He's learnt to save whatever remains of his honesty for her. Because the patience and honesty she's shown him, just be being herself -- he can never give back. ]
[ Keeping half-an-ear to the low hiss of the frying-pan, he lifts up one of the blouses on the couch. The frilly peach material leaps into relief against his black shirt. ]
She's not like Asami. [ Not like any girl Korra has likely ever met -- a phrase that sounds both proud and ominous, even in his head. ] The clothes were my idea. I'm sure she'd prefer something low-key herself. But -- [ A shrug, that makes it clear: I'm used to spoiling her. ]