01-12-2015, 03:49 PM
Elias' words were unnecessarily harsh, else she was just over sensitive to them, hooked onto him as she was. A frown flickered her brow, half covered by the glass of water pressed to her lips. She'd always imagined most people would recoil from the understanding that she could touch upon something so unspoken and private as their very feelings, but despite the way Elias slunk at the back of the room, draped against the kitchen counter like he wished to separate himself from the rest of the group, he was unconcerned. Or maybe he just didn't believe; there was plenty of scepticism in him, but there was also plenty of impossible circulating the room so she didn't know what caused it. Point was, she had the whisper of a gut feeling that he wanted something, not necessarily from her personally, but from one who could do what she did.
"Not just sense,"
she added to Lucas' description. "Feel."
He was taking everything relatively calmly, all things considered. She smiled encouragement. At which point Nox broke into manic laughter. Reflexively, she shuffled a little away when he ended up on the floor, though he landed nowhere close. It was bad enough she could sense the void of him without the dichotomy of such obviously displayed emotion. She didn't want to accidentally touch that, but was soon distracted by the ball of brilliant light, coalescing from nothing.
Asha watched with wide eyes. The temperature change in the metro had been a subtle, non-visual thing utterly superseded by the spectacle now. Excitement bubbled as the answers began to piece themselves together, and she itched to pull the clunky Wallet from her pocket to scribble notes. There was no fear, but her enchantment was relatively short-lived. She blinked at the realisation that she could be considered a monster. She thought she'd proved her uncle's caution wrong by finding acceptance, but instead he had been proven gravely right. It was a sad reinforcement, but nothing new. There was something else, though. Asha soaked in the reactions around her, control fractured by a realisation she needed far more silence in which to work through.
The smile faded. She couldn't work process her own confusion in such a loud environment; couldn't handle having to feel the others amidst the cacophony of her own turmoil. Her cheeks flushed embarrassment, but she stood anyway, leaning on the edge of the coffee table to push herself up. Aria would understand, if no-one else, that it was not fear which drove her away from the revelation, but something far more complicated. A surge of old feeling. "Need some air,"
she murmured, making her way over the stretch of Nox's legs and out the door a moment later.
"Not just sense,"
she added to Lucas' description. "Feel."
He was taking everything relatively calmly, all things considered. She smiled encouragement. At which point Nox broke into manic laughter. Reflexively, she shuffled a little away when he ended up on the floor, though he landed nowhere close. It was bad enough she could sense the void of him without the dichotomy of such obviously displayed emotion. She didn't want to accidentally touch that, but was soon distracted by the ball of brilliant light, coalescing from nothing.
Asha watched with wide eyes. The temperature change in the metro had been a subtle, non-visual thing utterly superseded by the spectacle now. Excitement bubbled as the answers began to piece themselves together, and she itched to pull the clunky Wallet from her pocket to scribble notes. There was no fear, but her enchantment was relatively short-lived. She blinked at the realisation that she could be considered a monster. She thought she'd proved her uncle's caution wrong by finding acceptance, but instead he had been proven gravely right. It was a sad reinforcement, but nothing new. There was something else, though. Asha soaked in the reactions around her, control fractured by a realisation she needed far more silence in which to work through.
The smile faded. She couldn't work process her own confusion in such a loud environment; couldn't handle having to feel the others amidst the cacophony of her own turmoil. Her cheeks flushed embarrassment, but she stood anyway, leaning on the edge of the coffee table to push herself up. Aria would understand, if no-one else, that it was not fear which drove her away from the revelation, but something far more complicated. A surge of old feeling. "Need some air,"
she murmured, making her way over the stretch of Nox's legs and out the door a moment later.