12-11-2023, 02:58 AM
He was beside Sage and Aiden, the latter still dressed in his eye-catching crimson suit that Ezvin could barely stop admiring. Before he could process Sage's apology, the room erupted into confusion following the electrical malfunction.
In the darkness that fell, Ezvin tried to catch Jensen’s attention, but the other man suddenly moved away. People were bumping into Ezvin as he tried to follow. The light from his Wallet screen revealed that Jensen was with Maksim again. They must know one another, but by the horrified expression on Max’s face, Ezvin couldn’t fathom how.
After getting Jensen’s number, he looked him up online where he found numerous videos of Jensen James. Younger, certainly, and less world weary than the version Ezvin met at the coffee shop. It was the same man, though, who spoke at length from many stages, who gave interviews, who was surrounded by adoring crowds. Ezvin watched every video he could find — and there were many — mesmerized by the mysterious story that plucked him out of one place in the world and put him in Moscow.
Now, watching Jensen move with purpose through the crowd, Ezvin followed like one of those mesmerized crowds that once flocked to his stage. Seeing Jensen tend to the injured DJ left him someplace between awe and disbelief. This was beyond any sensational story, rumor or conspiracy he had encountered. This was real, tangible, and happening right in front of him.
It's one thing to be a channeler, Ezvin thought to himself, it’s another to be... what? A miracle healer? The notion seemed fantastical, yet here was Jensen, doing something with Ascendancy’s power that he’d never knew was possible.
A part of Ezvin was still trying to process what he was seeing. Jensen was extraordinary. It wasn't just the act of healing; it was the quiet, unassuming way Jensen carried himself, a stark contrast to the vibrant, larger-than-life version he saw online.
As Jensen stood up, his expression clearly uncomfortable under the crowd's gaze, Ezvin felt a surge of empathy. This wasn't a show; it was a genuine, albeit reluctant, display of a hidden part of himself. The whispers and stares of the onlookers were an unwelcome weight, and Ezvin's protective instincts kicked in.
He moved to Jensen's side. Although people tried to steal the healer's attention, calling for him generally since no one knew his name, others tried to touch him, to tug his sleeve or get him to turn back, but Ezvin moved ahead like a body guard holding back the rush. He looked for help amid the faces, finding Sage and Aiden and waved both men closer. The rock star would surely know what it meant to need a smooth escape. “Help us,” Ezvin called just as someone pushed him.
In the darkness that fell, Ezvin tried to catch Jensen’s attention, but the other man suddenly moved away. People were bumping into Ezvin as he tried to follow. The light from his Wallet screen revealed that Jensen was with Maksim again. They must know one another, but by the horrified expression on Max’s face, Ezvin couldn’t fathom how.
After getting Jensen’s number, he looked him up online where he found numerous videos of Jensen James. Younger, certainly, and less world weary than the version Ezvin met at the coffee shop. It was the same man, though, who spoke at length from many stages, who gave interviews, who was surrounded by adoring crowds. Ezvin watched every video he could find — and there were many — mesmerized by the mysterious story that plucked him out of one place in the world and put him in Moscow.
Now, watching Jensen move with purpose through the crowd, Ezvin followed like one of those mesmerized crowds that once flocked to his stage. Seeing Jensen tend to the injured DJ left him someplace between awe and disbelief. This was beyond any sensational story, rumor or conspiracy he had encountered. This was real, tangible, and happening right in front of him.
It's one thing to be a channeler, Ezvin thought to himself, it’s another to be... what? A miracle healer? The notion seemed fantastical, yet here was Jensen, doing something with Ascendancy’s power that he’d never knew was possible.
A part of Ezvin was still trying to process what he was seeing. Jensen was extraordinary. It wasn't just the act of healing; it was the quiet, unassuming way Jensen carried himself, a stark contrast to the vibrant, larger-than-life version he saw online.
As Jensen stood up, his expression clearly uncomfortable under the crowd's gaze, Ezvin felt a surge of empathy. This wasn't a show; it was a genuine, albeit reluctant, display of a hidden part of himself. The whispers and stares of the onlookers were an unwelcome weight, and Ezvin's protective instincts kicked in.
He moved to Jensen's side. Although people tried to steal the healer's attention, calling for him generally since no one knew his name, others tried to touch him, to tug his sleeve or get him to turn back, but Ezvin moved ahead like a body guard holding back the rush. He looked for help amid the faces, finding Sage and Aiden and waved both men closer. The rock star would surely know what it meant to need a smooth escape. “Help us,” Ezvin called just as someone pushed him.