[ His pulse doesn't kick up -- but there is that half-familiar, thrilling tension locked in his chest. (It makes him furious with himself -- has it been that long since he's been out of the game?) Hei breathes slowly, his expression ironed flat under the weight of her gaze. As if it's nothing to see her after a whole month. As if the nostalgia isn't a hot ripcurl surging up his chest. Her face, framed in its streamers of dark fur, is as fresh and fine as ever, and her eyes hold that concentrated brightness that still unbalances him as surely as a sniper's beam. ]
[ There's a moment of frozen uncertainty. Korra's reflexes seem trapped by an unvoiced wish for more time, for a few more precious seconds to decide what to do. Hei decides faster. It isn't even a decision as such, more a reflex honed by a lifetime of offense/defense. A reflex that was delayed by his unaccustomed emotional state, but that now, as he recognizes the threat to his own equilibrium, snaps efficiently into place. ]
Here.
[ He hefts the cardboard box as if it's a needful barrier between them. ]
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Date: 2016-03-25 05:39 am (UTC)[ There's a moment of frozen uncertainty. Korra's reflexes seem trapped by an unvoiced wish for more time, for a few more precious seconds to decide what to do. Hei decides faster. It isn't even a decision as such, more a reflex honed by a lifetime of offense/defense. A reflex that was delayed by his unaccustomed emotional state, but that now, as he recognizes the threat to his own equilibrium, snaps efficiently into place. ]
Here.
[ He hefts the cardboard box as if it's a needful barrier between them. ]