[ With Pai, the best gift the City's ever given him, snugly tucked up in bed, sleeping her placid sleep, and his rounds of the Underground completed, Hei lets the barred windows of his psyche open, bit by bit. He's spent the weeks since his flip-out trying to mentally paper over that evening with Korra. But every time he thinks of her, it's like a nail rusting away in his brain. The harder he attempts to forget about the whole debacle, the more vivid and present the memories become. He has no idea what she's doing to him, or he to her. (He doesn't even know who is the object and who is the subject or whether he remembers the difference properly). He only knows he can feel ... ]
[ That is all, realy. He can feel. ]
[ He feels, for the first time in years, like one complete person, not several versions thinned out and spread out, to be selected for their aptness to the situation. Not a particularly good complete person, but a real one, vivid, with all his selves melded into one, complicated, detailed Hei, making plans with Pai, sneaking glances at Yin, drifting in a cloud of pheromone-steeped ideas about Korra. It's surreal. It's terrifying. But terror, Hei knows, is no excuse to turn tail and run. Korra's words and expressions echo in his head, as the sensation of her body against his, his mouth on her mouth, echoes in his flesh. The way she looks at him when they fuck, you can't get that for the asking, not just anywhere. ]
Pick a daito!!! 1/2
[ With Pai, the best gift the City's ever given him, snugly tucked up in bed, sleeping her placid sleep, and his rounds of the Underground completed, Hei lets the barred windows of his psyche open, bit by bit. He's spent the weeks since his flip-out trying to mentally paper over that evening with Korra. But every time he thinks of her, it's like a nail rusting away in his brain. The harder he attempts to forget about the whole debacle, the more vivid and present the memories become. He has no idea what she's doing to him, or he to her. (He doesn't even know who is the object and who is the subject or whether he remembers the difference properly). He only knows he can feel ... ]
[ That is all, realy. He can feel. ]
[ He feels, for the first time in years, like one complete person, not several versions thinned out and spread out, to be selected for their aptness to the situation. Not a particularly good complete person, but a real one, vivid, with all his selves melded into one, complicated, detailed Hei, making plans with Pai, sneaking glances at Yin, drifting in a cloud of pheromone-steeped ideas about Korra. It's surreal. It's terrifying. But terror, Hei knows, is no excuse to turn tail and run. Korra's words and expressions echo in his head, as the sensation of her body against his, his mouth on her mouth, echoes in his flesh. The way she looks at him when they fuck, you can't get that for the asking, not just anywhere. ]
[ I have to talk to her. ]