[ There won't even be any memories left. Not in the City. That's the kicker. For the first time, the unfairness of it strikes Hei. All the experience, the suffering, the lessons learnt and mistakes made ... All of it erased as soon as he's back home. It makes him miss the days when he believed that what moved people was just animal cravings, to eat, to drink, to fuck and hurt to the other animals. This is the same. All pathetically temporary, and leading to nowhere. They'll finish with each other soon and move on. ]
[ Strange ... how embittering the idea is. ]
[ She yanks his hair, and he sucks in a breath. In the room's thin yellow light, her head tipped back, pearlescent sweat clinging to her skin, he's again struck by just how beautiful Korra is. Not the Helen of Troy, launcher-of-a-thousand ships kind of beauty. Not the sort that leaves a wake of broken men, husks eaten out and left to contemplate the paths they'd taken to claim that beauty in those deluded moments when they believed themselves capable. Something different. That glowing, nearly supernatural vibrancy that some girls have, a way that can be better than beauty because it just makes you want to be with them. Like they have something that can make you ... Not whole. But a better human being. ]
[ He has no idea if she's close. No idea if she's coming. But he's too far-gone to care. Gripping her hipbone tight in one hand, fingers dimpling and bruising sweat-slick flesh, he pounds into her. His thighs tremble and set his stomach fluttering. And then the climax explodes inside his skull, a combustive fireworks display -- Crack -- Pop -- Snap -- starbursts and fractured light pinwheeling before the red curtain of his tightly shut eyelids as one pure thought loops through his fritzing brain: ]
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[ Strange ... how embittering the idea is. ]
[ She yanks his hair, and he sucks in a breath. In the room's thin yellow light, her head tipped back, pearlescent sweat clinging to her skin, he's again struck by just how beautiful Korra is. Not the Helen of Troy, launcher-of-a-thousand ships kind of beauty. Not the sort that leaves a wake of broken men, husks eaten out and left to contemplate the paths they'd taken to claim that beauty in those deluded moments when they believed themselves capable. Something different. That glowing, nearly supernatural vibrancy that some girls have, a way that can be better than beauty because it just makes you want to be with them. Like they have something that can make you ... Not whole. But a better human being. ]
[ He has no idea if she's close. No idea if she's coming. But he's too far-gone to care. Gripping her hipbone tight in one hand, fingers dimpling and bruising sweat-slick flesh, he pounds into her. His thighs tremble and set his stomach fluttering. And then the climax explodes inside his skull, a combustive fireworks display -- Crack -- Pop -- Snap -- starbursts and fractured light pinwheeling before the red curtain of his tightly shut eyelids as one pure thought loops through his fritzing brain: ]
[ This is as happy as you're ever going to be. ]