Re: [(early) kinda sorta mental: holly/noah.]
[Holly's awareness receded. Or maybe just sharpened and focused, drowning out the newborn bloodlust. Noah's, for once, didn't. It lingered, aware, if passive. Like a macroorganism playing sight over what all those microorganisms were doing. But, then as you might turn your attention to some process, some cog, the jump of your pulse in your wrist, Noah moved to feel Holly, the jump of him, the course, push and pull. He "listened" to Holly's thoughts as they came, breaking the surface of everything else. They didn't need to be finished, uttered to full coherence, for Noah to know them. He knew them even as they formed. He didn't reply to anything immediately.
Instead, he tried to manifest in Holly the idea—the want?—to move. To go up. He didn't know if he could do that, but he tried, as if he was the voice in Holly's head, his consciousness, rather than whatever it was he was. Up, up, up, up. Go, go, go, go. Breathe. Breathe. Duck. Low. But, go.]