[ The box tumbles from his hands, its contents scattering in every direction. Hei's jaw briefly twitches in anger, the muscles in his shoulders flexing beneath 'Li's oversized green hoodie as if he is considering attacking her. Instead he relaxes abruptly, as if he's swallowed a sedative pill. It's hard to take these bursts of violence seriously. It's practically the tantrum of rowdy toddler. It's not worth it to aim for that weak spot of hers, either -- her soft, privileged idealist's need to deny the tactical realities of war. ]
[ Not that killing Zaheer was an act of warfare. It was more Hei being unable to manage his insecurity, protectiveness, and other unfamiliar emotions, then winding up using his professional talents for deeply personal vendettas. ]
[ Exhaling, he kneels to gather up the fallen knickknacks. Doesn't look her in the eye. ]
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excellent at some point he will get cursed and start singing at her >3
Date: 2016-04-04 03:37 am (UTC)[ Not that killing Zaheer was an act of warfare. It was more Hei being unable to manage his insecurity, protectiveness, and other unfamiliar emotions, then winding up using his professional talents for deeply personal vendettas. ]
[ Exhaling, he kneels to gather up the fallen knickknacks. Doesn't look her in the eye. ]
We've been over this before.
[ Ad nauseum. ]