06-17-2015, 10:46 AM
Aria watched Michael through her own fog and fight. She fought to keep from overpowering him, from keeping the brunt of the power at bay. His fear was intoxicating, it called her name with a sweet caress of a lover and she had to close her eyes.
Michale squeezed her hand tighter, his fears whatever they were, did not push past the concept of ending his test of her ability. Time under the influence passes differently, Aria didn't have a concept of time while falling down her own personal rabbit hole, or even fighting the drop into darkness. And in that space of time Michael broke her grip over him. The fear faded into courage, determination. The will to not feel fear. Fear would not control the man before her no longer.
It was a good fact to know, and it might never again work now that he knew what she could do. Not that Aria needed to control such a man when one sat so close at hand ready and willing to help her without too much explanation. There was no need to control Nox, he was ready to fight beside her against monsters, even against Ascendancy himself if it came down to it. Thankfully it didn't go down that way, it was such a waste of life.
Michael thanked her for the demonstration, she'd sent him to his own personal hell and he thanked her. Ironic really. Aria pulled herself together, reigning in the dark desires before she wrapped herself in the emptiness. He looked up, and pulled her small hand from Michael's and rubbed it with her other hand with a smile. "Most people don't thank me when I send them to hell."
She paused in thought, "I'm not exactly sure what Ascendancy sees for its usefulness. It's as dangerous as your own gift, but I find it useful in hunting monsters and humans."
She'd used the ability to find him once upon a time. She could probably do it again.
Aria smiled, "By your presence I assume, you are the reason there are others winking in and out of emotions during the course of the day. Ascendancy is training an army. The Atharim should take note, but they won't hear it from me."
Michale squeezed her hand tighter, his fears whatever they were, did not push past the concept of ending his test of her ability. Time under the influence passes differently, Aria didn't have a concept of time while falling down her own personal rabbit hole, or even fighting the drop into darkness. And in that space of time Michael broke her grip over him. The fear faded into courage, determination. The will to not feel fear. Fear would not control the man before her no longer.
It was a good fact to know, and it might never again work now that he knew what she could do. Not that Aria needed to control such a man when one sat so close at hand ready and willing to help her without too much explanation. There was no need to control Nox, he was ready to fight beside her against monsters, even against Ascendancy himself if it came down to it. Thankfully it didn't go down that way, it was such a waste of life.
Michael thanked her for the demonstration, she'd sent him to his own personal hell and he thanked her. Ironic really. Aria pulled herself together, reigning in the dark desires before she wrapped herself in the emptiness. He looked up, and pulled her small hand from Michael's and rubbed it with her other hand with a smile. "Most people don't thank me when I send them to hell."
She paused in thought, "I'm not exactly sure what Ascendancy sees for its usefulness. It's as dangerous as your own gift, but I find it useful in hunting monsters and humans."
She'd used the ability to find him once upon a time. She could probably do it again.
Aria smiled, "By your presence I assume, you are the reason there are others winking in and out of emotions during the course of the day. Ascendancy is training an army. The Atharim should take note, but they won't hear it from me."