[ He doesn't say that. It's not her fault she doesn't know his secret edges or how they'll never fit with hers. Not her fault she keeps crashing herself into one of the corners of his personality -- or painting herself into one, more like. There is an intimacy to sex, it's true -- tinged cold with the knowledge that it's also easy. And stupid. And pretty futile, really. It just leaves you all drippy and limp and has no power to change anything. If you're a fucked-up saddo going in, if you only have bare fragments of humanity left and your life is ruined, you'll still be sad and fucked-up and ruined coming out. And he's a fool if he thinks it'll mean anything. ]
[ He is a fool. But he's in need of stress relief. Shutting his mind off. Maybe he should just drop Korra, go find the relief by sparring. Or hitting up a bar, finding a girl, someone, anyone Pai won't be so upset with, to use as a receptacle It's what he used to do before. He's not a real Contractor. But he's not a perfect human, either. Never was. He shouldn't be here with a -- a child who can't even comprehend the word ruined, let alone fix it. But ... ]
[ I want. I want. I want. It clamors through his mind, overpowering, as he gathers Korra in tighter. Her forehead feels hot and dry against his. ]
Come upstairs.
[ Flatly calm, but the air vibrates around the words like it's a question more than a demand. ]
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[ He doesn't say that. It's not her fault she doesn't know his secret edges or how they'll never fit with hers. Not her fault she keeps crashing herself into one of the corners of his personality -- or painting herself into one, more like. There is an intimacy to sex, it's true -- tinged cold with the knowledge that it's also easy. And stupid. And pretty futile, really. It just leaves you all drippy and limp and has no power to change anything. If you're a fucked-up saddo going in, if you only have bare fragments of humanity left and your life is ruined, you'll still be sad and fucked-up and ruined coming out. And he's a fool if he thinks it'll mean anything. ]
[ He is a fool. But he's in need of stress relief. Shutting his mind off. Maybe he should just drop Korra, go find the relief by sparring. Or hitting up a bar, finding a girl, someone, anyone Pai won't be so upset with, to use as a receptacle It's what he used to do before. He's not a real Contractor. But he's not a perfect human, either. Never was. He shouldn't be here with a -- a child who can't even comprehend the word ruined, let alone fix it. But ... ]
[ I want. I want. I want. It clamors through his mind, overpowering, as he gathers Korra in tighter. Her forehead feels hot and dry against his. ]
Come upstairs.
[ Flatly calm, but the air vibrates around the words like it's a question more than a demand. ]