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john "trash prince" murphy ([personal profile] wrackful) wrote in [community profile] station72 2017-07-28 09:31 am (UTC)

[Seviilia pulling back feels abrupt, painful. For a second the memory of fear ripples into loss, the empty spaces of Mara, Remus, Kate and Peter. Then further, deeper--

(a weight of a fear darker and heavier than any he's ever known. filling a room, pressing him back, pushing against him with grief and warning--)

He draws into himself, breathing in hard, one hand rubbing over his mouth as if it's nausea he's holding back.]


( Something tells me if we get that close, it'll be too late. )

[He hasn't seen any greater powers since he woke up in the Nest that he could imagine taking down the thing that had come for him. Even the ability his brainbug had granted him, as useful as it was, seemed more like some kind of safety valve than a weapon.

But he can feel what she's thinking (can feel her hunger, always). There's a pulse of true regret for what he'd had to do. Robbing her of a meal, as necessary as it was.]


( I'll find you something. You just need a fight, right? )

[For something, at the least. If there was one thing left in him from his days in the dropship camp, it was the ability to find - or start - a fight.]

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