Date: 2016-05-08 04:39 am (UTC)
mortemscintilla: (Hei - Long Haired Hippie)
From: [personal profile] mortemscintilla
[ The anger Hei is trying to contain nearly bursts through. Forcibly, he counts his breaths, slowly getting them down to five a minute. Then he unclenches his hands from around the fallen knickknacks, and drops them back in the box. The hollow thunk is oddly final. ]

[ Without meeting her gaze, he rises, jerking the full box into her hands. Part of him wants to pick apart the fallacy of her argument, to remind her that Zaheer isn't a fucking potted plant but a real and undeniable threat to her safety. But another part of him knows that if she starts off mining that rich conversational seam, she'll understand the sentiment weighing his actions. She'll realize that he was motivated by nothing beyond the fact that he stood to lose her. ]

[ To strike on impulse is to invite disaster. A dictum he's lived by all his life. Or had -- until he'd arrived in the City, which is a disaster-zone in and of itself. ]

[ Flatly, ]


Think what you like.

Date: 2016-05-10 12:14 am (UTC)
anatural: (Avatar: Aang is with you)
From: [personal profile] anatural
[She wants to scream. She wants to punch his stupid face, kick him in the balls, and beat him up until he starts making some fucking sense. She wants to go back to a time before Zaheer arrived in the City, when things were still complicated and painful but fixable.]

Just ... stay out of my life. [It's the exact opposite of what she wants, but it's what needs to happen.]