[ It's a long time before Hei's eyelids droop. His sensorium has narrowed to nothing but the sound of her breathing, the nocturnal not-noises throughout the flat. Floating between consciousness and oblivion, the doors of his mind begin to open and let out the little secrets and rusty blades that are usually safely stored. ]
[ He drops off to sleep inhaling the greenery in South America. ]
[ (At the tip of dawn, in dreams, he'll see the earth yawning under his feet, the flare of fire and whirling dirt, and a girl standing in a pool of blood at her thighs, bodies floating around her. She'll drop like a ragdoll as he grabs her, and he'll carry her off the battlefield as he's done countless times before.) Beyond the dream, it's just the warmth of Korra's skin registering on him, easing his psyche to something more tranquil. ]
[ He'll fit himself to her back, still dreaming of Pai, and sleep on. ]
⊕ march 15th, late evening
[ He drops off to sleep inhaling the greenery in South America. ]
[ (At the tip of dawn, in dreams, he'll see the earth yawning under his feet, the flare of fire and whirling dirt, and a girl standing in a pool of blood at her thighs, bodies floating around her. She'll drop like a ragdoll as he grabs her, and he'll carry her off the battlefield as he's done countless times before.) Beyond the dream, it's just the warmth of Korra's skin registering on him, easing his psyche to something more tranquil. ]
[ He'll fit himself to her back, still dreaming of Pai, and sleep on. ]