08-01-2016, 07:00 AM
Her uncle had sometimes returned injured. Mostly he had tried to shield her from the impact of it, but there were times in the desert or the wilderness when all they'd had was each other. She'd sutured wounds and felt every puncture of the needle, and setting the rare broken bones sprung tears to her eyes. It didn't help that she loved him dearly; it manifested the affect two-fold, her own guilt tightly wrapping every scrap of pain she felt from him.
The man's face looked bruised, but nothing looked flattened or sunken in his features. There was certainly no obvious break, and he was talking fine. "You could probably use some ice,"
she agreed. He hadn't deserved the punch. He didn't even want to press charges. In the midst of a crowd it was difficult to unpick the complexity of his emotions, but inexplicably she felt sad for him.
"Yes,"
she answered Elias bluntly, voice a murmur, while the police officer addressed the punched man and unclicked the cuffs from the agressor. "I could drown in it."
For a moment she tried to see what others saw when they looked at him; a face pale and unsmiling, black smudges for eyes, a curtain of inky hair. He gave little away. And yet the sincerity of the offer filled her up warm and bloomed a shy smile in response. She could still feel the residual blush in her cheeks. It didn't seem to be going away.
The words curled around her soul, bitter sweet. She missed her uncle.
"That's why I came too. I don't want to miss this."
A heartbeat passed while she contemplated her next words. She leaned in closer, spoke quietly. "When there's too much going on, I focus on people. Try and process things on a simpler level. Do you remember what Nox said, about disappearing? When you,"
she made a vague gesture, not sure what to even call the power the godlings used, "it wasn't just you that disappeared - everything else did too. I think it was the touch. It works like an anchor, makes it far easier to focus. Then when you let go, it all rushed back in, and I couldn't."
She paused. Her body was accustom as it could be to the undue stress, and her control had improved with age. But she had limits. "The anger. And the pain. Fear rippled out from the confrontation. And that in the midst of everything else."
She let him work out for himself that it was his hand on her arm that had calmed her storm. Her shoulders lifted into a half shrug; she didn't know why, or how. It was a new quirk of her abilities. "The cop is one. There are so many others in the crowd. This could really go very badly, couldn't it."
What would they do when Ascendancy showed himself?
[[Asha has spoken quietly, but she's not by definition a very secretive person. Jensen, it's up to you whether he hears any of what she said to Elias.]]
The man's face looked bruised, but nothing looked flattened or sunken in his features. There was certainly no obvious break, and he was talking fine. "You could probably use some ice,"
she agreed. He hadn't deserved the punch. He didn't even want to press charges. In the midst of a crowd it was difficult to unpick the complexity of his emotions, but inexplicably she felt sad for him.
"Yes,"
she answered Elias bluntly, voice a murmur, while the police officer addressed the punched man and unclicked the cuffs from the agressor. "I could drown in it."
For a moment she tried to see what others saw when they looked at him; a face pale and unsmiling, black smudges for eyes, a curtain of inky hair. He gave little away. And yet the sincerity of the offer filled her up warm and bloomed a shy smile in response. She could still feel the residual blush in her cheeks. It didn't seem to be going away.
The words curled around her soul, bitter sweet. She missed her uncle.
"That's why I came too. I don't want to miss this."
A heartbeat passed while she contemplated her next words. She leaned in closer, spoke quietly. "When there's too much going on, I focus on people. Try and process things on a simpler level. Do you remember what Nox said, about disappearing? When you,"
she made a vague gesture, not sure what to even call the power the godlings used, "it wasn't just you that disappeared - everything else did too. I think it was the touch. It works like an anchor, makes it far easier to focus. Then when you let go, it all rushed back in, and I couldn't."
She paused. Her body was accustom as it could be to the undue stress, and her control had improved with age. But she had limits. "The anger. And the pain. Fear rippled out from the confrontation. And that in the midst of everything else."
She let him work out for himself that it was his hand on her arm that had calmed her storm. Her shoulders lifted into a half shrug; she didn't know why, or how. It was a new quirk of her abilities. "The cop is one. There are so many others in the crowd. This could really go very badly, couldn't it."
What would they do when Ascendancy showed himself?
[[Asha has spoken quietly, but she's not by definition a very secretive person. Jensen, it's up to you whether he hears any of what she said to Elias.]]