[ It's not a difficult concept to comprehend. Power comes in different shades, often zigzagging between a tenuous sense of invincibility and vulnerability. Unless you're a sociopath, taking a life never feels natural; unless you're a megalomaniac, the acquisition of power -- in any form -- comes with the weight of consequence. Comprehending your own dimensions, realizing the darkness and ugliness you're capable of -- it's like edging on a precipice, unable to see the terrifying bottom. Not knowing where it ends. ]
[ It's not something Hei particularly dwells on. If he thinks about it, ponders it, becomes too human, if he becomes less than a killer on the battlefield, that's no good. Better to be detached and aloof. Aloof is smarter. Aloof is strategic. It prolongs the length of your life. (Even if that aloofness doesn't last beyond the night.)]
[ The air feels brisk on the slicked skin of his erection, and each brief pause draws a quiet, frustrated noise from his throat, just in time for a sibilant groan when she starts again. She reminds him of someone playing with a weapon -- one that's never been used before, and she isn't quite sure how to handle. Cradling her skull on the cage of his hands, he tangles his fingers through her hair, a play at tender rather than the real thing. Abruptly, he tugs -- not hard but definitely forceful. The order is clear. Faster. ]
[ His control is already poised on a jittery edge. If she keeps this up, it will buckle in no time. ]
⊕ action
[ It's not something Hei particularly dwells on. If he thinks about it, ponders it, becomes too human, if he becomes less than a killer on the battlefield, that's no good. Better to be detached and aloof. Aloof is smarter. Aloof is strategic. It prolongs the length of your life. (Even if that aloofness doesn't last beyond the night.)]
[ The air feels brisk on the slicked skin of his erection, and each brief pause draws a quiet, frustrated noise from his throat, just in time for a sibilant groan when she starts again. She reminds him of someone playing with a weapon -- one that's never been used before, and she isn't quite sure how to handle. Cradling her skull on the cage of his hands, he tangles his fingers through her hair, a play at tender rather than the real thing. Abruptly, he tugs -- not hard but definitely forceful. The order is clear. Faster. ]
[ His control is already poised on a jittery edge. If she keeps this up, it will buckle in no time. ]