mortemscintilla: ∅ Oh, there ain't no rest for the wicked (Hei - Bluest Of Blues)
Hei (Li Shenshung) ([personal profile] mortemscintilla) wrote 2013-09-07 06:59 am (UTC)

I never said when I'd visit.

[ A quirk of the mouth, wry but not exactly harmless. Agreed, he has no privacy. But the nature of his profession guarantees that he's used to not getting his ashes hauled on the regular. All that surveillance, the crammed hours, the hypervigilance, the last-minute exits. At home, his encounters with barflies or the demimonde were sporadic -- a necessity more than a lifestyle choice, as most men his age make it. But that doesn't mean there's no slow-burning frustration inside him. Not yet boiling over -- he's learnt patience and restraint too well for that -- but a constant, palpable, low-level simmer. ]

[ Little by little, he drifts closer. Enough to breathe Korra in, his fingers hooked onto the crossbar to keep them from reaching out. ]


Maybe when you're at work. Or on your way to work. Or in between. [ A pause. ] Maybe late at night. When your little zoo's asleep and you're just about to turn in.

[ It's not seductive so much as a speculative, like it's a list of errands he's eager to run. ]

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