12-17-2013, 01:28 PM
The idea of bending their power to her will was slightly terrifying. Their circles taught calm and submission. In fact, there were a dozen times when Claire had been too pissed off about one thing or another to so much as flutter a candleflame. Tony's suggestion made her skin crawl, but he was the expert, and she the student. She'd do what he--
Tony stumbled, and Claire gasped. "TONY!"
She ran to his side, but he was a much thicker human than she could handle, and though she threw herself in front of him, her knees buckled he collapsed under his own weight.
She was panting, and every single hair stood on end, but she was quick to kneel and roll - aka, shove - him to his back. One arm flopped limp over his chest. His hair was askew. His clothes crumpled.
"Tony."
She shook him, but he was clearly unconscious. She was hardly prepared for something like this, but Claire had seen television. So she quickly brushed the hair from his face and put an ear to his mouth. Soon, he was breathing on his own, chest rising and falling slowly, if shallowly, asleep.
She sat back on her heels and stared at him. He was way too large to move somewhere more comfortable. There was nothing helpful in her bag, except perhaps a phone, but given his efforts to hide, she doubted he'd appreciate an ambulance. Besides, maybe he just needed to sleep. She knew what it was like to be so exhausted the body just gave out. I shouldn't have come here. She frowned.
Soon enough she found a pillow to wedge under his head, but she had to steal through the rest of his apartment in order to find bedding. She dragged a blanket in, an incredibly soft one, and draped it across his body, and tucked it in around him. Then she helped herself to a rummage through the refrigerator. She might as well get comfortable.
Tony stumbled, and Claire gasped. "TONY!"
She ran to his side, but he was a much thicker human than she could handle, and though she threw herself in front of him, her knees buckled he collapsed under his own weight.
She was panting, and every single hair stood on end, but she was quick to kneel and roll - aka, shove - him to his back. One arm flopped limp over his chest. His hair was askew. His clothes crumpled.
"Tony."
She shook him, but he was clearly unconscious. She was hardly prepared for something like this, but Claire had seen television. So she quickly brushed the hair from his face and put an ear to his mouth. Soon, he was breathing on his own, chest rising and falling slowly, if shallowly, asleep.
She sat back on her heels and stared at him. He was way too large to move somewhere more comfortable. There was nothing helpful in her bag, except perhaps a phone, but given his efforts to hide, she doubted he'd appreciate an ambulance. Besides, maybe he just needed to sleep. She knew what it was like to be so exhausted the body just gave out. I shouldn't have come here. She frowned.
Soon enough she found a pillow to wedge under his head, but she had to steal through the rest of his apartment in order to find bedding. She dragged a blanket in, an incredibly soft one, and draped it across his body, and tucked it in around him. Then she helped herself to a rummage through the refrigerator. She might as well get comfortable.