The feeling of betrayal hits hard, makes him feel a little off-kilter, like
he should be apologizing. But it's less direct and a little messier
than the first one. Auryn feels dizzy with the emotional exchange. He's too
tired, too full of mixed memories and feelings to know what she's trying to
tell him, and it's sending him off balance. If he were less exhausted and
angry right now he might be able to put up something like a shield, though
he's never been able to handle mental magic as well as physical.
He wonders if she knows the weapon she wields. Her magic almost by its
nature doesn't get prior permission from the recipient to be felt, and it's
invisible. A blast of well-timed, subtle loathing or sorrow could do a lot
of damage. He's strong -- admittedly not at his best right now -- and he's
caught off-guard by it. She'd be one hell of a friend to have at a party,
though.
Auryn rubs his head as she heads out, and looks up startled when she whirls
on him. He blinks at her text and glances up at her, warily. He gives the
counter a gesture of a nod and gives her a "5 minutes" sign with his hand.
The admin calls him up shortly, and he signs a bunch of papers agreeing to
show for his court date, and is released on his own recognizance.
It's not far to Quill. He feels like once he gets home, he might sleep for
a million years, but he's still steeled himself a little more when he comes
in the door, casting around for the girl.
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Date: 2015-06-21 02:34 am (UTC)The feeling of betrayal hits hard, makes him feel a little off-kilter, like he should be apologizing. But it's less direct and a little messier than the first one. Auryn feels dizzy with the emotional exchange. He's too tired, too full of mixed memories and feelings to know what she's trying to tell him, and it's sending him off balance. If he were less exhausted and angry right now he might be able to put up something like a shield, though he's never been able to handle mental magic as well as physical.
He wonders if she knows the weapon she wields. Her magic almost by its nature doesn't get prior permission from the recipient to be felt, and it's invisible. A blast of well-timed, subtle loathing or sorrow could do a lot of damage. He's strong -- admittedly not at his best right now -- and he's caught off-guard by it. She'd be one hell of a friend to have at a party, though.
Auryn rubs his head as she heads out, and looks up startled when she whirls on him. He blinks at her text and glances up at her, warily. He gives the counter a gesture of a nod and gives her a "5 minutes" sign with his hand.
The admin calls him up shortly, and he signs a bunch of papers agreeing to show for his court date, and is released on his own recognizance.
It's not far to Quill. He feels like once he gets home, he might sleep for a million years, but he's still steeled himself a little more when he comes in the door, casting around for the girl.