[ She hefts him up and he bites back a curse at the suddenness of it, hands flying to her shoulders -- nothing dangerous or warning, just a moment's steadying. His eyebrows are knitted, seemingly unamused, but there's humor, unwillingly apparent, ticcing in the corners of his mouth. Even as she steps forward, he stretches back, something in his spine popping and he curves, his palms hitting the floor -- a backward somersault that tugs his legs free from her grasp, pinwheeling over his head and to plant neatly on the floor. Straightforward, no flourish. ]
[ Lots of others would've looked ridiculous, so much flexibility and no clothes on. But not Hei. He gets more comfortable with every layer he strips off -- even if those layers are only literal. The canopied bed is large and plush, the stained-glass lamps on either endtable lit, casting multicolored light on the expanse of white linen. Hei stands at the foot, one arm wrapped around one tall post. There's something sharp and playful in the tilt of his head. ]
This is the part where I complain about feeling emasculated. [ Except he's not, really. ]
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[ She hefts him up and he bites back a curse at the suddenness of it, hands flying to her shoulders -- nothing dangerous or warning, just a moment's steadying. His eyebrows are knitted, seemingly unamused, but there's humor, unwillingly apparent, ticcing in the corners of his mouth. Even as she steps forward, he stretches back, something in his spine popping and he curves, his palms hitting the floor -- a backward somersault that tugs his legs free from her grasp, pinwheeling over his head and to plant neatly on the floor. Straightforward, no flourish. ]
[ Lots of others would've looked ridiculous, so much flexibility and no clothes on. But not Hei. He gets more comfortable with every layer he strips off -- even if those layers are only literal. The canopied bed is large and plush, the stained-glass lamps on either endtable lit, casting multicolored light on the expanse of white linen. Hei stands at the foot, one arm wrapped around one tall post. There's something sharp and playful in the tilt of his head. ]
This is the part where I complain about feeling emasculated. [ Except he's not, really. ]