[ He is sullenly silent, no surprise, the slashes and bruising making a secondary mask across his features. Part of him instinctively slips into red-alert, eyes cutting to the water she bends -- scenarios of a liquid sphere wrapped around his head, drowning him from skull-up, flash through his mind. A Contractor would do it. But not Korra. She's a bully, but not a killer. ]
[ His eyes flutter shut; he endures the healing. The energy reminds him of a mint balm, how it tingles as it seeps into his flesh. He doesn't thank her; half the injuries are her fault to begin with. Instead, pragmatic as ever, he accepts the free patch-up. His heart is no longer walloping in his chest, the adrenaline slowly fizzling out of his system. But now spots burst in his line of sight. ]
[ He shakes them off, ignoring the leaden ache in his muscles and the encroaching wooziness. His eyes stay fixed on her, sharp and predatory although she's the one pinning him in place. ]
We have a history of running into each other this way.
[ Although it's the first time it's ended with him at her mercy. Damn, time and emotions are funny things. Funny like syphilis. ]
Sunday - Nighttime ♥
[ His eyes flutter shut; he endures the healing. The energy reminds him of a mint balm, how it tingles as it seeps into his flesh. He doesn't thank her; half the injuries are her fault to begin with. Instead, pragmatic as ever, he accepts the free patch-up. His heart is no longer walloping in his chest, the adrenaline slowly fizzling out of his system. But now spots burst in his line of sight. ]
[ He shakes them off, ignoring the leaden ache in his muscles and the encroaching wooziness. His eyes stay fixed on her, sharp and predatory although she's the one pinning him in place. ]
We have a history of running into each other this way.
[ Although it's the first time it's ended with him at her mercy. Damn, time and emotions are funny things. Funny like syphilis. ]