[Reaction.]
Wasn't asleep. Had attempted it, but there wasn't any way that he was going to manage it. Had opted for some work, and was sitting on the floor of the living room, laptop on his thighs. Wasn't reading letters. Had tried that earlier, but there was too much to focus on. Was working on a syllabus instead. Hadn't completed decided to go back to work as an educator, but was something to focus on.
Suddenly, was jerking awake. Thought he'd fallen asleep. Confusion. The wind howled outside, and he glanced that way. Dark was coming, something bad. Familiar feeling, and he hoped someone else wasn't awoken. Fury and quiet. Wasn't actually sure why he feared that, but did. Wind blew, was grateful he wasn't here. He? What he?
Looked.
The night was dark. Was in a cabin. Was confused about that for a moment. But was a cabin. Was cold. Was thinking about starting the fire. The wind howled, and he felt something unfamiliar... anger... hate... vengence... no, none of those, but didn't have a name for it.
His voice in the room isn't his own. Unfamiliar.
Shift and wind, and it's over. Fear stays longer. Fear.
But what he remembers aren't the specifics. What he remembers is the sensation of promise lost. The desire for power is on his tongue. Can taste it there. Licks his lips. Feels the attractiveness of it.