[ At the Beach House, he climbs the wall slowly. Unsure of his right. He's well aware it's creepy -- sneaking into a girl's room at 3 AM like a burglar or a rapist. But he won't force it, if she wants him to go. He won't bother to hide it, either, exactly how much he's missed not just her, but a curious throb of homesickness, like when Pai or Yin are absent, but different. It's a novelty when Hei surprises himself, even more when it's because he thinks of Korra and feels like ... ]
[ It's not love, exactly. It's more like ... a possibility of it. Not what he had with Amber, but how could it be? He'd known Amber before he was formed (or broken?), when he was guileless, if not defenseless. Just a boy, in fact. That boy is long gone, so how can he expect a connection like that again? He wonders for a moment if that's good or bad, or what Pai would say if she knew, but he doesn't want to think about that. ]
[ Korra's room is dark, warm with the slow simmer of her sleep. Hei hovers at the window, his first instinct to withdraw. But in the next beat, he slips in -- soundless as a shadow. His hands curl into the sheets when he presses Korra gently into the mattress. His kisses have a burning edge of want and his hair trails down the sides of her sleeping face. He knows he shouldn't do this. It doesn't feel romantic -- like a fairytale kiss. It's grotesque -- like a scene from Cat's Eye; the evil troll sucking the life-force out of an innocent girl. She might wake up with a scream, or more likely, a punch. But he's already gone too far. He's never been one to deny himself. ]
[ There's a half-lidded softness to his gaze, when he draws back, whispering, ]
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[ It's not love, exactly. It's more like ... a possibility of it. Not what he had with Amber, but how could it be? He'd known Amber before he was formed (or broken?), when he was guileless, if not defenseless. Just a boy, in fact. That boy is long gone, so how can he expect a connection like that again? He wonders for a moment if that's good or bad, or what Pai would say if she knew, but he doesn't want to think about that. ]
[ Korra's room is dark, warm with the slow simmer of her sleep. Hei hovers at the window, his first instinct to withdraw. But in the next beat, he slips in -- soundless as a shadow. His hands curl into the sheets when he presses Korra gently into the mattress. His kisses have a burning edge of want and his hair trails down the sides of her sleeping face. He knows he shouldn't do this. It doesn't feel romantic -- like a fairytale kiss. It's grotesque -- like a scene from Cat's Eye; the evil troll sucking the life-force out of an innocent girl. She might wake up with a scream, or more likely, a punch. But he's already gone too far. He's never been one to deny himself. ]
[ There's a half-lidded softness to his gaze, when he draws back, whispering, ]
Korra...?