Evey Hammond (godisintherain) wrote in reality_crisis, @ 2013-06-30 15:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | !status: complete, carlos ramirez, evey hammond, leeloo, magdelene defoe |
Shreds of Hope (Mag, Carlos, Leeloo)
(Backdated to the night after the earthquake, and after this.)
The mental link Peter established with her some weeks ago was still in place, but it had never felt like this before. Evey found herself staring at her feet as she walked, not to see where she was going, but to help her make sense of the feedback coming from Peter. He'd always protected her from the confusion of trying to separate the actions of two bodies from a pair of joined minds. He wasn't struggling to put his feet in the right place, but she certainly was. Every step, she checked to make sure she was walking through the city, not hopping over that crack in the earth in front of Peter, not kicking a fallen log out of the way, not... There were some things Peter was doing, in his anger, that Evey couldn't possibly confuse with her own limbs. But to feel his arm raise, to feel his power channel through him and into whatever hapless piece of forest got in his way -- it was horrifying.
Thankfully, she'd stopped trying to talk with him -- and he was leaving her more or less alone, as well. The anger, the hatred flooding Peter's mind was taking its toll on Evey. She raked a hand through her hair and stopped, took a breath, and looked around her. It was a matter of focus, focusing on the things in front of her, separating out what she knew was not her present position, and moving in a way that made sense for her. It was tiring. And every step felt more and more hopeless.
She'd been standing motionless for about 10 minutes in the middle of the camp just outside the hospital. Someone was in front of her. In front of her? She rubbed at her temples and looked down at her feet. Then looked at the feet across from her.. Then checked her feet again. No, that was definitely someone standing in front of her. She looked up again and focused.
"Mag?"