09-30-2014, 04:42 PM
Sasha's emotions were stifling, so Asha wasn't exactly displeased with the idea that she be coaxed away. The absence would lighten a little of the burden it took to shield herself off, and negated the need to anchor herself to Emily. Sebastian seemed to misinterpret her coolness as towards him rather than the girl clinging to his side - which made logical sense, given her initial reaction to him. But indifference washed through her when he glanced her way, so she didn't feel too guilty for the rudeness. Curiosity clamoured into her brain the moment the excess emotion cleared out, and she'd had questions despite how afraid she'd been. But she'd rather a lack of answers than remain in Sasha's company. She didn't watch them leave.
When they were gone she let go, and relief loosened a knot in her shoulders. The coat snaked free too, like she no longer needed the extra protection. Not that an extra layer had any impact over the penetration of emotion, but the cocoon of it comforted in a way that reminded her she was the one living in her own skin, not all those who vied constantly for her attention. Her wrists rested on the table; she leaned into the conversation, interested, though it was only the fleeting talk of strangers passing time.
Asha couldn't imagine a city growing on her, not enough to make her want to stay in and of itself; to travel was in her blood, not so much because of boredom as general restlessness. The freedom was invigorating, and if she was going to analyse it, probably the ability to escape provided a sort of security. A wide-open highway, no cars or towns for miles, the radio up full blast - that approximated a pretty close idea of heaven to her. Moscow already felt claustrophobic, but for now she had no intention of leaving.
She didn't need her gift to sense Ayden wasn't completely enamoured of her situation, that it was probably not the city and dead-end job that kept her anchored, but the man she had met here. Her head tilted a little as if in askance, but she tried to stay out of the woman's head. It was really none of her business. And actually, with Ayden distance wasn't too hard; there was a coolness to her, steady and powerful, that didn't invite for trespass. She was so balanced Asha was unlikely to sense the minutiae unless she really looked. And she wasn't going to.
Emily's enthusiasm, on the other hand, was infectious, but Asha really had nothing to add on the subject of weddings. Her uncle had been as protective as a stone fortress when he'd been around, but her sensitivities made intimacy almost impossible anyway. It required too deep a trust to invest in how little time she spent before moving on. Plus, awareness of every scrap of emotion to pass through someone hardly filled her head full with romantic notions. Of course, she couldn't help but grin anyway; laughed, in fact, at Emily's sudden animation, and turned to gauge Ayden's reaction.
When they were gone she let go, and relief loosened a knot in her shoulders. The coat snaked free too, like she no longer needed the extra protection. Not that an extra layer had any impact over the penetration of emotion, but the cocoon of it comforted in a way that reminded her she was the one living in her own skin, not all those who vied constantly for her attention. Her wrists rested on the table; she leaned into the conversation, interested, though it was only the fleeting talk of strangers passing time.
Asha couldn't imagine a city growing on her, not enough to make her want to stay in and of itself; to travel was in her blood, not so much because of boredom as general restlessness. The freedom was invigorating, and if she was going to analyse it, probably the ability to escape provided a sort of security. A wide-open highway, no cars or towns for miles, the radio up full blast - that approximated a pretty close idea of heaven to her. Moscow already felt claustrophobic, but for now she had no intention of leaving.
She didn't need her gift to sense Ayden wasn't completely enamoured of her situation, that it was probably not the city and dead-end job that kept her anchored, but the man she had met here. Her head tilted a little as if in askance, but she tried to stay out of the woman's head. It was really none of her business. And actually, with Ayden distance wasn't too hard; there was a coolness to her, steady and powerful, that didn't invite for trespass. She was so balanced Asha was unlikely to sense the minutiae unless she really looked. And she wasn't going to.
Emily's enthusiasm, on the other hand, was infectious, but Asha really had nothing to add on the subject of weddings. Her uncle had been as protective as a stone fortress when he'd been around, but her sensitivities made intimacy almost impossible anyway. It required too deep a trust to invest in how little time she spent before moving on. Plus, awareness of every scrap of emotion to pass through someone hardly filled her head full with romantic notions. Of course, she couldn't help but grin anyway; laughed, in fact, at Emily's sudden animation, and turned to gauge Ayden's reaction.