shri: (» and their voices just burn holes)
lakshmi· ɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟ ᴅɪsᴀsᴛᴇʀ · bai ([personal profile] shri) wrote in [community profile] station722017-09-09 05:44 pm

mental link;

[ Knock-knock -

- or something like the creak of city gates of her wanting to reach out to anyone else in the hive that will respond.
]

( These ability we have aside from communication. I require a trainer for my own.

And a decent explanation of what they are and their pitfalls. I am not familiar with this kind of... magic.
)

[ Yeah she can't think of another word for it. ]
aluminumandash: (and I were the priest)

[personal profile] aluminumandash 2017-09-12 04:14 am (UTC)(link)
[ Nights? Knights. A growing feeling of unease, his sense of who she is slipping. ] ( You wanna argue the nature of reality, so be it, but we do that face to face. )

[ Two minutes ago Rust would've—if not accepted what she's saying, at least granted the premise. Now it meets with doubt. ] ( How do you know? )
aluminumandash: (old man living on the cheap cigarettes)

[personal profile] aluminumandash 2017-09-13 08:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Rust appraises her story as a jeweler would a gem—with an eye to its flaws. His mind a light, his mind a lens. He doesn't like the sound of it—grandiose. Almost childish, believing the world could laugh and weep with you.

Then again here they are, the voices in each other's heads.

How often did people in the nest go crazy? Compatibility with the symbiote, what was that a euphemism for? Fuck, what should losing your mind matter, when it's the end goal?

He very nearly misses the point. He's certainly late to it. ]
( Nothing. )

[ A pang, from him: longing twisted in on itself, unacknowledged. ] ( And you're not comfortable with that. )
aluminumandash: (he went down down down)

[personal profile] aluminumandash 2017-09-14 02:54 pm (UTC)(link)
( Feelings are dangerous too, we're just used to them. ) [ He discusses feelings as he would an outside force, capricious as weather.

Not that—what? He stills, mentally, waits for the thought to emerge. Not that he wants her dead. Not that they can spare her.

Carefully: ]
( How long did it last? )
aluminumandash: (the economy and crime)

[personal profile] aluminumandash 2017-09-18 07:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[ A prickle, a thrill: his thoughts charged with surprise. Rust tries to put a year to it—eighteen something—even as he recalls the watch that'd stopped dead on his wrist. Even as he doubles back to her casual invocation of magic.

(An hourglass wouldn't be hard to make.) ]


( Could you do it to me? ) [ Impossible to pass the question off as innocent, but he does his best not to lean into it too hard, not to let her feel the honed point. ]
aluminumandash: (well now if jesus was the sheriff)

[personal profile] aluminumandash 2017-09-20 07:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Only after it's gone does he understand this is her, or them, his chainlink-rattle, shift-in-the-wind alertness and the walls she'll hold up by hand if she has to. Together a prison. ]

( It just came over you. ) [ The feeling of a sigh held in. Of skirting the edge of something blinding, grasping, and familiar. Slow release. ] ( Alright. )

[ His thoughts falter. He's not a fucking shrink. Maybe this is all hair-splitting, maybe they've already succumbed to mass delusion or maybe it's a matter of time. Share and share alike. ] ( We could go riding. )
aluminumandash: (and papa rode shotgun for the fargo line)

[personal profile] aluminumandash 2017-09-21 01:09 am (UTC)(link)
[ He knows it's happening, likes and doesn't like how her delight thaws the cold grip of reason. ] ( I'm from Texas. ) [ Drawl tugging at the words, half playful, half mocking. ]

( And it ain't an excursion. )