[ willa snorts, rolling her eyes, and lifts her hand to brush the pad of her condensation damp thumb across his split lip. it heals immediately under her touch, any lingering sting evaporating. ]
I don't need anything.
[ as her hand falls, she curls it around his wrist, cool. her power isn't like sylvie's or theo's, no ice or fire for show, but she can make it showy to prove a point.
ribbons of water spool out under her palm, twisting and winding around his arm and across his bruised knuckles. everywhere the ribbons of water touch, relief follows; his knuckles heal, the water sweeping away the blood despite that it doesn't feel wet, even the tightness in the muscles across his shoulders melts away as knots of tension release under the phantom, soothing sweep of her power. she looks frail, bird bones and all, but her power is strong and potent, like a hit of morphine from sheer relief alone.
a crease sprouts between her eyebrows as her eyes close and her delicate fingers tighten around his wrist. she can feel... something wrong, something in his blood that shouldn't be there but she can't place it which is frustrating. she is powerful because she has witnessed so much, whatever is really, really wrong with him is unknown to her. sometimes of metal but nothing she has ever encountered before. it tastes like ozone on her tongue. her eyes flutter open as the ribbons of water return to her palm, seemingly evaporating. the water in her glass is also gone. ]
no subject
I don't need anything.
[ as her hand falls, she curls it around his wrist, cool. her power isn't like sylvie's or theo's, no ice or fire for show, but she can make it showy to prove a point.
ribbons of water spool out under her palm, twisting and winding around his arm and across his bruised knuckles. everywhere the ribbons of water touch, relief follows; his knuckles heal, the water sweeping away the blood despite that it doesn't feel wet, even the tightness in the muscles across his shoulders melts away as knots of tension release under the phantom, soothing sweep of her power. she looks frail, bird bones and all, but her power is strong and potent, like a hit of morphine from sheer relief alone.
a crease sprouts between her eyebrows as her eyes close and her delicate fingers tighten around his wrist. she can feel... something wrong, something in his blood that shouldn't be there but she can't place it which is frustrating. she is powerful because she has witnessed so much, whatever is really, really wrong with him is unknown to her. sometimes of metal but nothing she has ever encountered before. it tastes like ozone on her tongue. her eyes flutter open as the ribbons of water return to her palm, seemingly evaporating. the water in her glass is also gone. ]
You feel like lightning.