suffers from a bleeding heart (crogan) wrote in cirque_rp, |
A force met by an immovable object: that was the empathic energy meeting the Djinn as he pulled it toward him and Meredith along. Her scream, the vocal personification of the energy, was muffled by Kennet's mouth making a tight seal about her own. She felt like a geezer and he a pump channeling the torrent of water. Where the Ringmaster's hand pressed into her belly, felt hot. More pulling. Hot. So hot. Meredith could feel the energy even being pulled down to her toes and it was a relief. A dizzying, draining relief to have everything inside feel so... Consumed.
A quick at the act was, just as quickly was Meredith deposited onto the tiny loveseat. Dazed. Stunned. she felt... She felt-
Meredith gave a yelp of pain and alarm as she felt something burning her arm, forcing her out of her daze. In instinct, she looked to see what was burning her only to find Kennet's large hand. She screamed a bit louder more for the confusion than the pain and weakly attempted to pull her arm away just as the Ringmaster let it go. The Empath cradled her arm to herself and curled down to look at where it still burned to assess the damage only to see that it wasn't an angry or blistering burn but... Words.
She moved her thumb over what looked suspiciously like Sanskrit done in the color much like henna would leave on the skin... It felt... She felt...
Quiet. Tired.
Then Kennet's words sank in and Meredith looked up at the shape that was the Ringmaster with surprise, her heart hammering wildly in her chest. "Abilities? Wh-What?" She felt... She felt... anxious. Scared. Tired. So tired. As quickly as her heart had pumped, it rapidly dropped, her eyes drooping with it. Meredith couldn't-couldn't keep her eyes open. "I feel... tired," she cracked. Her head dropped to the armrest of the loveseat of its own volition.