[ A ruined old building I couldn't set foot in until you showed up. He keeps that to himself. The hulking structure seems to glower down at him, at once grand and obscure. Part of him is a little surprised by Korra's grudging compliance. But he intuits that has less to do with Korra and more to do with the recent traumas she's undergone. The lenience is temporary, but he can't decide if it's an improvement or a deterioration. ]
[ His hand slips to the small of her back; he guides her through the arched entrance. The interior has an empty echo to it, like the inside of a massive seashell. Thin streaks of light shine through the broken panes of the windows, silver motes dancing in their beams. The glow illuminates the rich colors of mosaics and tiled floors here and there. The furniture is dark lumps, and there are portraits on the walls too obscure by twilight to make out. ]
[ This could make a useful safehouse. The thought drifts through Hei's mind as he drifts with Korra thought what feels like a mile of drafty hallways and corridors, all crenellations for ceilings and cool marble for floors. He stops by an ancient cage lift with manual controls, a steep stone staircase winding around it, up and up into blackness. He can't tell how many storeys the place has -- but he wants to find out. ]
[ He opens the creaking doorway of the lift. Spends a moment checking if it's sturdy and functional, before glancing over to Korra. ] Let's go up.
⊕ Friday!
[ His hand slips to the small of her back; he guides her through the arched entrance. The interior has an empty echo to it, like the inside of a massive seashell. Thin streaks of light shine through the broken panes of the windows, silver motes dancing in their beams. The glow illuminates the rich colors of mosaics and tiled floors here and there. The furniture is dark lumps, and there are portraits on the walls too obscure by twilight to make out. ]
[ This could make a useful safehouse. The thought drifts through Hei's mind as he drifts with Korra thought what feels like a mile of drafty hallways and corridors, all crenellations for ceilings and cool marble for floors. He stops by an ancient cage lift with manual controls, a steep stone staircase winding around it, up and up into blackness. He can't tell how many storeys the place has -- but he wants to find out. ]
[ He opens the creaking doorway of the lift. Spends a moment checking if it's sturdy and functional, before glancing over to Korra. ] Let's go up.