[Lie down? A little precarious on a windowledge. He leans in against Eric instead, shaking his head
And shaking out long, gold toned hair. It's hard to follow the shift of face and body, the process is something the mind's not supposed to comprehend. But now she's wearing a face Erik might find more familiar, the black line down her throat there for a moment then melting into her skin.
Her eyes stay black the longest, finally fading to translucent blue. And she looks wrecked compared to last time, but that's hardly a surprise, she's fucking desperate.
I'll hold you. I've got you. We can go someplace else, but we're still stuck in this city.
[ A million things flash through his head, but she's in no position to answer them and he's not going to push what is clearly a fragile mental state currently. No, she'll go back to being whip-smart and flirtatious some other day, the way he remembers her.
For now, he just has his arms around her should she start to fall. ]
Come with me. We'll get something for you to eat, I'll find a safe place for you to rest. Yeah?
[She will, and faster than perhaps she should, but she's come from war to this, and there are worse things. Or there will be when the sickness subsides.
For now she gulps outside air and nods.]
I can't sleep under a roof. They took me away after the boat and left me here inside until night and they must have known that it's torture. This is how they torture us at home.
[She's angry is what she is, it's just weighed so thick with sickness and the madness that goes with it. But the cruise can't have been long ago. A few days at most.
She drags enough of herself together to look down.]
It's cold outside, but I'll try and find you something.
And yes. I won't drop you, promise.
[ He takes her and makes sure to cradle her carefully, keeping in mind that he needs to stay balanced as well because if he turns to freefall it's all over. It's alright because he's very trained, but he'll wait until she's ready and then start to descend slowly. ]
[Not the way a human without magic - a fain - might. Magic's like another kind of oxygen in the blood.
She dips her head to Erik's shoulder but doesn't fret otherwise. Getting away from the building feels like the first full breath after hours near suffocation. Her voice is probably half lost by the wind.]
I'm a very good climber, enough that people ask me for the trick to it. It's because I've never been afraid to fall.
[ He doesn't quicken the speed anyway, going about as slow as an elevator usually does, which actually is quite fast in this building. He tunes his movements to the one that he can feel just inside, a few meters away. ]
[It's not fear that tightens her grip on his shoulder, but a steady regaining of strength. Though it takes her a moment to think through his question, not sure at first exactly what he's asking after.]
I don't feel the cold because that is how I was born. I don't feel afraid because that is how I was made. Because, no matter what happens, I've seen worse.
[She tilts her head to look down.]
There are worse ways to die.
Edited (well that was an important word to miss out.) 2019-01-29 19:51 (UTC)
She's watching the side of his face, seeing what sort of focus it takes to control this ability, if it's an effort or as easy as breath. He has to be a strong witch. A small, admittedly hypocritical part wishes she'd known there was more to him before.
Perhaps she had. There was only one number in the cell phone in the apartment, after all.
One foot stretches out as they reach the ground, stepping back. Unsteady for only a moment, she keeps hold of his arm nontheless.]
If you mean I shouldn't think about dying at all, that would be nice. And I'd be dead by now, ten times over, so I'll keep my choice all the same. [As she looks at him, she lets herself shift back to the dark haired young man he'd found in the apartment. To a younger, dark haired girl who looks startlingly like him. To an older woman, silver haired and silver eyed.
To a mirror image of Erik himself, identical to every pore.
And to Sabine, the name she'd given him first. There's no effort in it at all.
Out of the apartment - and out of the sky - the world feels like it's righted itself again. Pushing a hand back through her hair she's even able to smile, at least half of it relief.]
I told you, they're all my forms. Being trapped up there [She jerks her head up without looking, in case just doing so makes her stomach lurch again] was uncomfortable, this isn't. Which one's more comfortable for you?
[A pause and, because she wasn't dragged up after all -] Thank you.
[She would have died up there, or lost enough sanity to throw herself out. Already anger's starting to spill into the space that panic had crowded out, but for now it's enough to just breathe.]
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[Lie down? A little precarious on a windowledge. He leans in against Eric instead, shaking his head
And shaking out long, gold toned hair. It's hard to follow the shift of face and body, the process is something the mind's not supposed to comprehend. But now she's wearing a face Erik might find more familiar, the black line down her throat there for a moment then melting into her skin.
Her eyes stay black the longest, finally fading to translucent blue. And she looks wrecked compared to last time, but that's hardly a surprise, she's fucking desperate.
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Please, I have to get out of here.
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I'll hold you. I've got you. We can go someplace else, but we're still stuck in this city.
[ A million things flash through his head, but she's in no position to answer them and he's not going to push what is clearly a fragile mental state currently. No, she'll go back to being whip-smart and flirtatious some other day, the way he remembers her.
For now, he just has his arms around her should she start to fall. ]
Come with me. We'll get something for you to eat, I'll find a safe place for you to rest. Yeah?
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For now she gulps outside air and nods.]
I can't sleep under a roof. They took me away after the boat and left me here inside until night and they must have known that it's torture. This is how they torture us at home.
[She's angry is what she is, it's just weighed so thick with sickness and the madness that goes with it. But the cruise can't have been long ago. A few days at most.
She drags enough of herself together to look down.]
If I trust you, can you hold me? Get me down?
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And yes. I won't drop you, promise.
[ He takes her and makes sure to cradle her carefully, keeping in mind that he needs to stay balanced as well because if he turns to freefall it's all over. It's alright because he's very trained, but he'll wait until she's ready and then start to descend slowly. ]
Is this alright?
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[Not the way a human without magic - a fain - might. Magic's like another kind of oxygen in the blood.
She dips her head to Erik's shoulder but doesn't fret otherwise. Getting away from the building feels like the first full breath after hours near suffocation. Her voice is probably half lost by the wind.]
I'm a very good climber, enough that people ask me for the trick to it. It's because I've never been afraid to fall.
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[ He doesn't quicken the speed anyway, going about as slow as an elevator usually does, which actually is quite fast in this building. He tunes his movements to the one that he can feel just inside, a few meters away. ]
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I don't feel the cold because that is how I was born. I don't feel afraid because that is how I was made. Because, no matter what happens, I've seen worse.
[She tilts her head to look down.]
There are worse ways to die.
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[ As the ground approaches, he slows. He finds it makes people feel better. ]
You don't have to, by the way. Keep this form, if you don't wish.
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She's watching the side of his face, seeing what sort of focus it takes to control this ability, if it's an effort or as easy as breath. He has to be a strong witch. A small, admittedly hypocritical part wishes she'd known there was more to him before.
Perhaps she had. There was only one number in the cell phone in the apartment, after all.
One foot stretches out as they reach the ground, stepping back. Unsteady for only a moment, she keeps hold of his arm nontheless.]
If you mean I shouldn't think about dying at all, that would be nice. And I'd be dead by now, ten times over, so I'll keep my choice all the same. [As she looks at him, she lets herself shift back to the dark haired young man he'd found in the apartment. To a younger, dark haired girl who looks startlingly like him. To an older woman, silver haired and silver eyed.
To a mirror image of Erik himself, identical to every pore.
And to Sabine, the name she'd given him first. There's no effort in it at all.
Out of the apartment - and out of the sky - the world feels like it's righted itself again. Pushing a hand back through her hair she's even able to smile, at least half of it relief.]
I told you, they're all my forms. Being trapped up there [She jerks her head up without looking, in case just doing so makes her stomach lurch again] was uncomfortable, this isn't. Which one's more comfortable for you?
[A pause and, because she wasn't dragged up after all -] Thank you.
[She would have died up there, or lost enough sanity to throw herself out. Already anger's starting to spill into the space that panic had crowded out, but for now it's enough to just breathe.]