08-03-2018, 10:02 PM
A moment of concentration and the gift rushed in. The light seared painful for a heartbeat, but what followed was pure rapture.
Like that power that threatened to sweep him away, he forced it into a singular need just as his attention focused entirely upon the injured girl.
”It’s going to be alright.”
She seemed frightened, as was to be expected.
A moment to glance at the man holding her, Jensen hesitated a moment, then urged him to step aside. In his place, he gently laid his hands on her arm. Flushed, she was warm to the touch.
Whether flushed or clammy, the injured radiated their closeness to the grave through the surface of their bodies. A fleeting thought before Jensen buried the memory.
The flows came together. All of them. Maybe there were more than five yet to be discovered. He attempted other feats with the five, but they were nearly overwhelming. Yet, for some reason, they settled together like the most natural thing in the world. He might have smiled through the moment if a woman’s life wasn’t at stake.
The moment he gift touched her, Jensen’s concentration shifted from the distant unseen and directly upon her. She was a pretty girl. Yet the voracity of injuries beyond the immediate that drew him to begin with, were disturbing.
A thin line formed his lips, a subtle nod a moment before the gift settled.
From what he understood, the touch of healing was a pleasant warmth, welcome sensation. He wondered whether there were ways to alter the degree of the weaves so to change the experience of the recipient, but it was all in theory. He doubted he would ever have the opportunity to experiment.
The glass safely fallen to the floor, Jensen kicked it to the pile of others and offered to help her up. He smiled reassuringly. ”A true gift from God, is it not?”
He felt the eyes of an audience.
The temptation to welcome them was too much of a lure. His heart fluttered with excitement. ”For all the evil in the world, for all the ways that mankind perverts the gifts of God,”
his eyes settled upon Ascendancy, ”there are others that will use these gifts for good.”
When he searched those that watched, he saw the reflection that always drew him to the stage in the first place. A smile grew wider.
Like that power that threatened to sweep him away, he forced it into a singular need just as his attention focused entirely upon the injured girl.
”It’s going to be alright.”
She seemed frightened, as was to be expected.
A moment to glance at the man holding her, Jensen hesitated a moment, then urged him to step aside. In his place, he gently laid his hands on her arm. Flushed, she was warm to the touch.
Whether flushed or clammy, the injured radiated their closeness to the grave through the surface of their bodies. A fleeting thought before Jensen buried the memory.
The flows came together. All of them. Maybe there were more than five yet to be discovered. He attempted other feats with the five, but they were nearly overwhelming. Yet, for some reason, they settled together like the most natural thing in the world. He might have smiled through the moment if a woman’s life wasn’t at stake.
The moment he gift touched her, Jensen’s concentration shifted from the distant unseen and directly upon her. She was a pretty girl. Yet the voracity of injuries beyond the immediate that drew him to begin with, were disturbing.
A thin line formed his lips, a subtle nod a moment before the gift settled.
From what he understood, the touch of healing was a pleasant warmth, welcome sensation. He wondered whether there were ways to alter the degree of the weaves so to change the experience of the recipient, but it was all in theory. He doubted he would ever have the opportunity to experiment.
The glass safely fallen to the floor, Jensen kicked it to the pile of others and offered to help her up. He smiled reassuringly. ”A true gift from God, is it not?”
He felt the eyes of an audience.
The temptation to welcome them was too much of a lure. His heart fluttered with excitement. ”For all the evil in the world, for all the ways that mankind perverts the gifts of God,”
his eyes settled upon Ascendancy, ”there are others that will use these gifts for good.”
When he searched those that watched, he saw the reflection that always drew him to the stage in the first place. A smile grew wider.