WHO: Trowa Barton & Quatre Winner WHAT: Waking up to powers WHEN: current WHERE: Bedroom RATING: PG-13? STATUS: In Progress
Trowa was usually a very low key person who had very good control over his emotions. As much as he tried to follow Heero's advice of living by his emotions he generally felt the other advice, that of self-destructing hurting like hell, to be far easier to follow. Emotions in battle were what screwed things up he'd found. It was why he'd been able to destroy Deathscythe to preserve the larger mission, even when later he realized he regretted it utterly.
So waking up to feeling all sorts of emotions overwhelming him was enough to make him cry out, out loud. He curled up into a ball on his bed, and reached for his gun. What was going on? He hadn't eaten strange food, only what they'd made or had been cooked at a reputable establishment. He was almost certain they couldn't all be his emotions. He tried to breathe as he started to panic unlike anything he'd felt since before he regained his memories. One thing was certain though. "Quatre!"