[ She really is ridiculous sometimes. When she cracks an eye open, he smiles -- faint, brief, but there. Yes, like that. Smoothing her hair back from her face, he undoes the ties, setting the pieces on the adjacent table -- a series of clicks. There's something meticulous about his movements, as if he's disassembling a weapon. Next, he folds the scarf in half down its center. Holds it up, as if for Korra to examine, before he leans in -- slipping it over her eyes, securing it in place. The room is so dark there's really no need for it, but the fabric, he knows, brings its own claustrophobia. A feeling of everything cut off -- yet the sensations amplified. ]
[ Hei's lips are warm as they skim across Korra's. Quietly, he murmurs, ]
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[ Hei's lips are warm as they skim across Korra's. Quietly, he murmurs, ]
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