[ Her face looks as close and as far as the moon underwater at that moment. It has that same shimmering, shifting quality, without ever quite seeming to move: a tremulous shudder of emotion just under the surface. For someone like Hei, it's easy to read. Opacity is an irresistible challenge, as the phrase goes -- and he understands that's what Korra is stimulated by. It's how she was raised. Only an entitled narcissist is interested in easy pickings -- no chase, no finesse, just the final catch. But what she doesn't understand is that control isn't quite as black and white as she believes it to be. Even when they're fucking -- when he's holding the reigns, seemingly in-control -- it's her satisfaction he's aiming for, as much as his own. ]
[ When it comes to physicality, power is an ephemeral thing. ]
[ He doesn't know how to explain that to Korra. Instead he threads his fingers through her hair, mussing it lazily as sunlight filters hemoglobin red between its tangled waves. ]
You wouldn't know what to do, if it happened.
[ It's not Yes and it's not No. It's simply a gentle statement of fact. ]
no subject
[ When it comes to physicality, power is an ephemeral thing. ]
[ He doesn't know how to explain that to Korra. Instead he threads his fingers through her hair, mussing it lazily as sunlight filters hemoglobin red between its tangled waves. ]
You wouldn't know what to do, if it happened.
[ It's not Yes and it's not No. It's simply a gentle statement of fact. ]