reef. (giver) wrote in beyond_evo, @ 2019-03-12 17:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | astica, giver |
I could be so much more than this. (Open!)
Reef wasn’t as careful as he should have been. With his mutation, what he could do — what he could do to those around him — it was only right that he learned to stay out of the way, to cover himself up, to keep as far from human contact as possible. It could have been worse. There were people whose mutations killed with just a touch. But his invaded their minds, forced them to see things they hadn’t asked to see, and that needed to be afforded the right amount of respect and care. He was a ‘member’ (inasmuch as one could be to a club that had no official roster) of the No Glove group, but even with them he tended to stay on the outskirts. Despite his past, it had never fully sunken in for him that he needed to be more aware of things. Maybe it was because of, rather than in spite of, though. He was used to people coming up and taking, used to his power being constantly on being a good thing. He simply didn’t have the everyday training that others took upon themselves, with the gloves, the long sleeves, the constant ducking and dodging of the most basic encounters.
It was because of all that that Reef didn’t see the body coming for him, or anticipate the collision that was about to happen. He was wearing a hoodie, at least, but his hands were bare. And when the other person hit him, they went up reflexively to the other person’s shoulders, brushing their arms as they did so to try and steady them both.
Good intentions and the road to hell.
Purple crystals. That was what the brush showed. Chunks of translucent, purple rock, scattered over a work surface. A white hand reaching out to them, feminine but strong. A shaking, rumbling. The feeling of sudden and intense dread.
And then the vision was gone and they were back in the hallway with Reef, who was busy studying their face, trying to ascertain if they were okay or not.(Open to anyone!)