preston rawlings, psychic accountant (ex_clerk820) wrote in rooms,
Re: Marvel: Preston R/Steve R
[The entire tent fell into a total quiet. The steady drip-drip-drip came from a man over by the water cooler who left the spout on. The stream gurgled out from the orange plastic container, flowed out into a paper cup, and from there flooded over the man's frozen hand and out onto the cement. All eyes were on Steve, and all mouths were in a slight smile; a perfect match to Preston's.
The tired blue eyes gazed steadily up at the soldier from where he sat, and his mind was an immediate mental touch, stronger than ever before. He was so accepting, and so strong despite his fatigue, that it was very easy to fall into Preston, to take that identity and that willingness to give and lean on it completely. Preston did not command minds. He touched them and they took the opportunity to let him think for them. One woman had even stopped crying mid-sob, the tears still glistening on her cheeks, her eyes now in the direction of the tent flap.]
Hello. [Preston said it, and everyone in the tent said it. All at the same time, in a dozen voices. A dozen more outside said it, and a dozen more beyond that.] How are you feeling?