doesthething (doesthething) wrote in wtnvic, @ 2019-02-26 21:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, erik lehnsherr, vanya hargreeves |
who: Vanya and Erik.
what: Erik attempts to train someone on his own. At least he can't fuck things up worse?
where: Outskirts of Nightvale
when: Late Afternoon
warnings: References to violence, abuse, and mental illness. Spoilers for Umbrella Academy.
status: In progress.
Erik didn't quite know what had possessed him to make the offer that he did. Guilt, perhaps. Intrigue. A mixture of the two. But considering that he had ended up getting the majority of the people he'd attempted to teach the last time he'd bothered to try it on his own killed, he'd likely not really done her any favors even as much as it may have seemed to anyone outside his own head like he had. Frankly, Erik couldn't help but think one singular thing even as he was walking towards the center of town to meet this woman. Charles was probably much better suited for this task. God help him that he didn't mess up too badly.
Though, from what he had been able to gather, there wasn't much more that he could screw up that hadn't already been broken by the man who had raised her. He didn't understand humans. He honestly couldn't fathom the logic behind essentially torturing and isolating someone who had a level of power that you were legitimately afraid of. Just normal humans became destructive enough when put through those sorts of experiences. Placing someone with an epic level ability in them essentially created a walking nuclear time bomb under the right conditions. And Erik had a feeling that this was what this situation could potentially become without giving her the ability to open and close her channels appropriately.
So that was what he was going to work on first. Not so much harnessing her ability, but detecting when it was coming and learning how to focus it enough to shut be able to channel that feeling away from herself. Not so much shutting it down, but learning how to pull herself back from the brink. It had been a slow and messy process for him, learning how to do that for himself when in heightened situations, especially after... But he could only hope that with someone talking her through it, it wouldn't be nearly as difficult for her. It would still be difficult, of course. But he could only hope she wouldn't end up tearing herself apart, accidentally or on purpose, literally or metaphorically, in order to do so.