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angelo_wings) wrote2011-09-18 11:28 pm
angelo_wings) wrote2011-09-18 11:28 pm
The Preserve, Sunday Night
Rinoa hadn't been having a good week before she'd gotten the call. Apparently, the universe was making a point about how she shouldn't gripe about petty things, like being a fake-amnesiac or sleeping with her ex.
She was glad she had gone, and she would go again in an instant if Jono called right now to say there had been another attack. They had saved a lot of dying mutants today. But right now ...
The magic itched. It burned. It wanted out. She'd used so much today. It would have been so much better if she could have just ... let it out. Unfurled her wings, flown towards the ceiling, and drink it in deeply.
And once she had done that, she would have stopped being able to heal. It was so hard, finding the focus for white magic when she had her wings out. Once the magic was out, it wanted out. It wanted to destroy. She wanted to destroy. She could never seem to find Curaga, when she had her Sorceress powers in full hand.
So all day, she had filtered more and more magic through herself, curing and curing, while keeping a tight leash on the fine control that kept her from letting the real power come out.
Which had resulted in ... whatever it was she had done to Squall. She had drained him. Drained something from him. Hyne's wrath, she didn't even know what she had done to him.
The fact that he didn't seem to mind didn't make it any less awful.
They had caught a portal back, and she had stayed quiet, trying to meditate some structure back into her frayed shields. And now they were -- wait.
"This isn't the way to the dorms," she frowned.
(Just for her Knight. That the two are heading out there is fine for broadcast, but everything else is NFB, please.)
She was glad she had gone, and she would go again in an instant if Jono called right now to say there had been another attack. They had saved a lot of dying mutants today. But right now ...
The magic itched. It burned. It wanted out. She'd used so much today. It would have been so much better if she could have just ... let it out. Unfurled her wings, flown towards the ceiling, and drink it in deeply.
And once she had done that, she would have stopped being able to heal. It was so hard, finding the focus for white magic when she had her wings out. Once the magic was out, it wanted out. It wanted to destroy. She wanted to destroy. She could never seem to find Curaga, when she had her Sorceress powers in full hand.
So all day, she had filtered more and more magic through herself, curing and curing, while keeping a tight leash on the fine control that kept her from letting the real power come out.
Which had resulted in ... whatever it was she had done to Squall. She had drained him. Drained something from him. Hyne's wrath, she didn't even know what she had done to him.
The fact that he didn't seem to mind didn't make it any less awful.
They had caught a portal back, and she had stayed quiet, trying to meditate some structure back into her frayed shields. And now they were -- wait.
"This isn't the way to the dorms," she frowned.
(Just for her Knight. That the two are heading out there is fine for broadcast, but everything else is NFB, please.)