suffers from a bleeding heart (crogan) wrote in cirque_rp, |
Meredith was shaking her head unseeing the Ringmaster or her little space that had nothing to do with her lack of eyewear. She could feel him. Feel the heat rolling up, the winds making little sand devils across a barren landscape. She was hiccupping in her hysteria now. Big racking breaths that threatened to make her blackout from the lack of oxygen.
Meredith's grip on his upper arms tightened, desperate to keep him there offering even the prettiest of an anchor. She didn't understand him. She didn't want to understand him. Why wasn't it working? "I can't! I can't!" The blonde sobbed.
She was shaking, feeling the group of people running for their lives having been lured under lies and false hopes. A man ripped asunder right there-- Meredith screamed in the exact same way as the man did. "I can't make it stop!" She shrieked. "I-I can't- I can't make it stop- Make it stop. Make it stop. Make it stop-" She hiccuped. Kennet could see it. Could see the energy from so much raw, powerful emotion bombarding her quickly condensing. Pressing, squeezing, shrinking... It wasn't disappearing, it was like a dwarf star on its brink--
Meredith looked up at him suddenly. Really looked. The intensity of that energy backlit in her eyes. "Make. It. STOP!" She yelled and in that split second, in that scream, the dwarf star of emotions exploded and attempted to go out in a radius about the blonde.