[ Hei is distinctly aware the he's skewed her expectations for the evening. She's tired. She's unsatisfied. She's wary. She's frustrated. He doesn't have to be proficient at decoding body-language to catch the cues she telegraphs. This is hardly a building to meet up for a 'romantic assignation.' But somehow, despite the creepy quotient, he likes this place. It has personality; there's something weirdly encompassing about it, as if you can whisper all your secrets to its cracks and facets, and they'd be kept for safekeeping forever. ]
[ (It's strange, how the place also excites him in another way -- a way that is purely visceral. (He can't pinpoint why, beyond the fact that his first time was in a building of similar grandeur and eeriness, but he suspects Freud would have a field day with those subconscious undercurrents.) ]
[ His expression is quiet, reassuring; he runs a thumbnail over the notches of Korra's spine under her shirt. Locking them inside it with a clang, Hei yanks the lever to make the lift begin its painstaking climb. The mechanism whines, the cables heave, but he can tell they're perfectly stable. About halfway there, he feels that tingle again -- in his bones and across his skin. Stop. ]
[ Without questioning it, he halts the the lift between floors, silently unnerved by why he feels neither particularly startled, nor afraid of the premonition he's just obeyed. He just knows -- knows -- it's unwise to go further. ]
⊕ Friday!
[ (It's strange, how the place also excites him in another way -- a way that is purely visceral. (He can't pinpoint why, beyond the fact that his first time was in a building of similar grandeur and eeriness, but he suspects Freud would have a field day with those subconscious undercurrents.) ]
[ His expression is quiet, reassuring; he runs a thumbnail over the notches of Korra's spine under her shirt. Locking them inside it with a clang, Hei yanks the lever to make the lift begin its painstaking climb. The mechanism whines, the cables heave, but he can tell they're perfectly stable. About halfway there, he feels that tingle again -- in his bones and across his skin. Stop. ]
[ Without questioning it, he halts the the lift between floors, silently unnerved by why he feels neither particularly startled, nor afraid of the premonition he's just obeyed. He just knows -- knows -- it's unwise to go further. ]