[ the ripple of amusement isn't her own, however temporary. neither is the stretch of fingers, exploring, radiating outward in the air around them. every phantom, shared sensation is its own frightening, pathetically relieving discovery that the bond between them has not faded.
no. it's only grown stronger, bountiful, integrating them together until he resides at the edges her subconscious.
in the end, it's mostly distracting. more than once, she is pulled back to ben's own actions; more than once, she pushes the sensory input aside to set her focus on the power brimming inside of her. a sheen of deep blue cascades over her fingertips, and then rolls over the skin like an electric current, before it encompasses the small, crumbling cottage she's approached.
more quickly, too, than she'd anticipated. her brow furrows at the unexpected strength of it, steeling herself as the flames begin to wither and wither. clouds of smoke rise in the air. ]
Do you feel anyone?
[ friend or foe. the shout of the question is muffled some by her makeshift mask. ]
no subject
no. it's only grown stronger, bountiful, integrating them together until he resides at the edges her subconscious.
in the end, it's mostly distracting. more than once, she is pulled back to ben's own actions; more than once, she pushes the sensory input aside to set her focus on the power brimming inside of her. a sheen of deep blue cascades over her fingertips, and then rolls over the skin like an electric current, before it encompasses the small, crumbling cottage she's approached.
more quickly, too, than she'd anticipated. her brow furrows at the unexpected strength of it, steeling herself as the flames begin to wither and wither. clouds of smoke rise in the air. ]
Do you feel anyone?
[ friend or foe. the shout of the question is muffled some by her makeshift mask. ]