Re: Clout | 7-28-2020 | Afternoon "But today I wanted to start with finding your center. Spiritually, that is."
"I've been told my chakras are top heavy," she divulged with a begrudging smirk. The reading had been done years ago, but after Nate had explained the expanse of her aura and she'd seen it in living color, it seemed to make more sense. Ring true, so to speak. The 'crown' and 'third eye' chakras sat highest on the physical body, and were violet and indigo, respectively. Knowledge, spirituality, visualization, clairvoyance. She had always assumed her strength in those areas laid mainly under the umbrella of the practical; the natural (knowledge/visualization). Not the supernatural (spirituality/clairvoyance). It seemed, at least for her, there wasn't much of a distinction.
"Please place your hands over mine, palms facing up. Look at your hands and memorize them. Each crease, every scar, then slowly close them into fists."
With no hesitation, Eva followed Nate's instructions; as she closed her hands, she released her lips from where she'd been biting them together out of habit. The exercise felt a little like 'slapsies', the game her brothers used to settle disagreements. She smiled and released that thought, focusing instead on the fact that she wanted to let her hands droop and connect the current between their hands directly. Nope, still not the correct line of thinking. Focus.
"Deep breaths and close your eyes and picture your unclutched hands."
Well, that was helpful, and on cue. Her body relaxed further still and she did her best to emulate her sensory depravation training that allowed her to calm her emotions and control her mutant abilities. It was a logical first tactic.
"Within those hands, imagine the moon itself. Luminous, and serene, the astral sphere covered in mountains and valleys. A shimmering object carrying eons of scars."
Her mind began to swirl with subconsciously summoned images of the lunar surface from cyber realm. Deeper, she told herself. She felt as though she needed to draw only from her own recollections. Times and observations she had experienced herself. Her body began to feel a tingling, mostly from the neck up. Her nose twitched, feeling as though someone had squeezed her pressure point and made the sensitive area buzz and tickle. The feeling spread over her face and down her neck, not completely unfamiliar, but nothing like she had summoned before with her mutation.
"You painted a tragically romantic picture," Eva admitted, her voice strangely lower in tone and volume than was typical. It was as if the vibrations she was feeling had permeated all parts. "I'm impressed," she added, eyes still closed, but she felt the desire to make contact with the physical realm. Maybe it was a test. Sink or swim. If she asked for another lifeline (like the night before), maybe it would be perceived as weakness (or worse yet, failure). She settled for a studious approach: "Do you feel that too?" Atop the buzzing, she felt a subconscious pull akin to a waltz. Side to side, gentle spinning; simultaneously. Like rocking a child to sleep.
"I'm sorry..." she said as she readjusted their configuration so that her hands found Nathaniel's and she opened her palms upward once more. Her emotions had swelled to an apex at the idea that the moon was a child, helpless and just out of reach of its mother. She pictured a warm light, not yellow like the sun's, but cool and soothing, and a shift in the light of the room around them occurred. The moon she'd envisioned was being cast upward from her hands, and slowly began to smooth under the glow as it turned, becoming less and less craggy with each rotation.
On the outskirts of the atrium's boundaries, there came a dimming that she wasn't fully aware of, then a low growl. It was the same source as the roar; she could feel it in her heart. It was being sent out and away from them, not inward. It slowly faded into a gentle and constant hum that was in tune with the buzzing in her skin.