Who: Viktoria and Dimitri What: dealing with being powerless Where: outside the inn When: during Loki's spell. Warnings: doubtful
The moment she woke up, she'd felt the change. Everything hurt. Her senses felt dull. She couldn't hear her daughter's heartbeat as clearly as usual. Immediately her hands went to her stomach in a protective manner. Liliya had to be alright. Viktoria could survive anything if her daughter was alright.
It was like the Inn woke up at the same time. The sounds of surprise and anger filled the halls. Azazeal stormed through the home, trying to determine what had happened and how to fix it. She stayed quiet as she heard him speak with his son, and later his brothers as they appeared. The magical wards were down. Their abilities were gone. No way to determine how far this reached.
They gathered their information and soon it became evident it expanded throughout the town.
What about beyond the town's barriers? How long would it take for word to get out? Who would take advantage of this sudden weakness. She'd never witnessed Azazeal so full of rage and worse, helplessness. He didn't know how to fix it. He had no idea how to protect his family and his charges. She had no idea how to help him. Her hands remained on her stomach.
He told them not to leave. To act as if things were okay. He would protect them. They'd take up weapons. Even without powers they had options. She agreed.
Later, in the garden, she paced and prayed that no one would come for her daughter while their defenses were down. Silently she pleaded for help. A rustling through some bushes made her head snap up and she pointed her gun at the intruder. Then she lowered it as she realized her prayers for help had been answered. Dropping the gun, she ran into the arms of the person who made her feel safest since she was a little girl. "Dimka," she whispered into his chest. "How do I protect my baby without my powers?"