07-26-2016, 03:53 PM
The surrounding anger spiked in a sudden crescendo. Her hand squeezed as the emotion wormed its way in, testing the shelter Elias offered. Seconds later he yanked her out the way, and then...
Nothing.
She knew a moment of abject panic, before understanding settled in.
Usually when she sensed godlings, it was like a hole in a tapestry, or a missing piece in a finished jigsaw. Little pockets of emptiness. Touch amplified her senses; at times both a boon and a complication. Pressed this close, it was like her abilities ripped out at the root whether she chose to use Elias as an anchor or not. The sudden quiet made her blink. The world swam, removed.
It felt so wrong, this desolation.
So quiet.
Belatedly she realised that Nox had been right about Elias, and she glanced at his pale profile anew.
It didn't occur to her to wonder what he might be doing with his power. A sense of protectiveness had radiated from him before she'd lost contact (alongside a frisson of discomfort, though she hadn't chosen to dwell on that), and she trusted the instinct that made him feel safe. He'd followed her to Aria's place, after all, had given her money for a hotel room rather than leave her at the mercy of strangers.
Pulled her out of the way of a man felled like a fallen tree.
Disorientated by her loss of sense it took her a moment to piece together what had actually happened. Disquiet hummed in her veins. The only emotion she could feel was her own, despite the man she suddenly noticed laid out on the ground, shadowed by the tight crowd. Instead of drowning, Asha floated above. She couldn't feel him. Couldn't even tell if he was conscious.
"Hey, hey, are you okay?"
Robbed of her peripheral sense, she didn't think to glance at the man who'd thrown the punch, nor gauge the shifting mood around them. What she did consider was all the trampling feet, that if things grew more volatile he'd be lost in that sea before any of them could do anything. "Elias, help me get him up!"
Nothing.
She knew a moment of abject panic, before understanding settled in.
Usually when she sensed godlings, it was like a hole in a tapestry, or a missing piece in a finished jigsaw. Little pockets of emptiness. Touch amplified her senses; at times both a boon and a complication. Pressed this close, it was like her abilities ripped out at the root whether she chose to use Elias as an anchor or not. The sudden quiet made her blink. The world swam, removed.
It felt so wrong, this desolation.
So quiet.
Belatedly she realised that Nox had been right about Elias, and she glanced at his pale profile anew.
It didn't occur to her to wonder what he might be doing with his power. A sense of protectiveness had radiated from him before she'd lost contact (alongside a frisson of discomfort, though she hadn't chosen to dwell on that), and she trusted the instinct that made him feel safe. He'd followed her to Aria's place, after all, had given her money for a hotel room rather than leave her at the mercy of strangers.
Pulled her out of the way of a man felled like a fallen tree.
Disorientated by her loss of sense it took her a moment to piece together what had actually happened. Disquiet hummed in her veins. The only emotion she could feel was her own, despite the man she suddenly noticed laid out on the ground, shadowed by the tight crowd. Instead of drowning, Asha floated above. She couldn't feel him. Couldn't even tell if he was conscious.
"Hey, hey, are you okay?"
Robbed of her peripheral sense, she didn't think to glance at the man who'd thrown the punch, nor gauge the shifting mood around them. What she did consider was all the trampling feet, that if things grew more volatile he'd be lost in that sea before any of them could do anything. "Elias, help me get him up!"