[ Who are you? That's the question du jour in the life and times of BK201, isn't it? A million sharp rejoinders and easy deflections bloom and die on the tip of his tongue. Quickly, the pink pad of his tongue darts out to wet his lips. He tastes old rust, like the stench of death and decay in the air has settled in a layer over his skin. (Still, he can half-detect Korra's scent beneath that bilge. He wants to breathe it in. Even if he'll never have more of her than this, there's a part of him that thinks it could almost be enough. ) ]
You call me 'Li'.
[ Simple and concise. Let her think his fortitude has crumbled. Let her think he's ready to play the passive prisoner. At some point, she'll have to let him loose. When she does, he'll make good on his escape. Every word and gesture is funneling into an exit strategy at this point. ]
Sunday - Nighttime ♥
You call me 'Li'.
[ Simple and concise. Let her think his fortitude has crumbled. Let her think he's ready to play the passive prisoner. At some point, she'll have to let him loose. When she does, he'll make good on his escape. Every word and gesture is funneling into an exit strategy at this point. ]