11-30-2014, 02:38 PM
Her words wrenched Nox back as abruptly as he'd disappeared. When he made a move to grab her, she flinched pretty bad to get away from the touch and sudden severity emanating from him. Her head swam with the accusation, her thoughts stuck on that one word. Emptiness. He knew what she was - or something of her extra senses at the very least, and it unnerved her. He shouldn't have thought anything of her question (stupid stupid question). Instead, she had betrayed herself.
For a moment feat thrummed in her temples. But then Nox's hand dropped, and she felt the amusement swell in him once again.
Like me?
She'd never met anyone "like" her. Even her uncle had never really been clear on "what" she was, just that it was a secret to be kept for reasons he had never been clear on. Different was dangerous, that's all she knew. Asha stood still as a hunted rabbit as Nox placed the coat around her shoulders, but when nothing else alarming happened, her fear retreated. A thousand questions spun in its place. She moved after him, shifting the jacket on her shoulders so that it would not fall. It smelled strangely masculine.
Around them the air warmed. It physically warmed, and apparently Nox took responsibility for it, and god above her head was probably going to explode if one more thing she believed to be true shattered into a thousand shards. She followed to the edge of the platform, ignoring both the whir of the oncoming train and Elias' blunt question in favour of questioning Nox. "How are you doing that? "
Almost immediately her gaze spun to confront the other man, more in wonder than accusation now. "How is he doing that?"
Elias must know. He had not batted an eyelid at the shift in temperature, only asked about her, like she was the only strange thing here. "Disappearing from my senses,"
she explained, openly trusting now she was outed anyway, but more keen on gathering her own answers - imploring for a trade. "Whenever he does that."
For a moment feat thrummed in her temples. But then Nox's hand dropped, and she felt the amusement swell in him once again.
Like me?
She'd never met anyone "like" her. Even her uncle had never really been clear on "what" she was, just that it was a secret to be kept for reasons he had never been clear on. Different was dangerous, that's all she knew. Asha stood still as a hunted rabbit as Nox placed the coat around her shoulders, but when nothing else alarming happened, her fear retreated. A thousand questions spun in its place. She moved after him, shifting the jacket on her shoulders so that it would not fall. It smelled strangely masculine.
Around them the air warmed. It physically warmed, and apparently Nox took responsibility for it, and god above her head was probably going to explode if one more thing she believed to be true shattered into a thousand shards. She followed to the edge of the platform, ignoring both the whir of the oncoming train and Elias' blunt question in favour of questioning Nox. "How are you doing that? "
Almost immediately her gaze spun to confront the other man, more in wonder than accusation now. "How is he doing that?"
Elias must know. He had not batted an eyelid at the shift in temperature, only asked about her, like she was the only strange thing here. "Disappearing from my senses,"
she explained, openly trusting now she was outed anyway, but more keen on gathering her own answers - imploring for a trade. "Whenever he does that."