Re: Something New [Keara Aithne]
Posted: 23 Dec 2015, 03:36
Of course Peter knew that he couldn’t always completely avoid trouble. Sometimes it just happened, regardless of how much control he tried to exert. But that wasn’t the point he was trying to make. He might not be able to control what happened unexpectedly, but he could at least control the circumstances. In trying to keep himself as safe and as tucked away as possible, he could limit the possibility of trouble. He didn’t go through the statistics with Keara – the several calculations that he had made.
Regardless of whether he wanted to, he couldn’t; before he could do much of anything, Keara disappeared. And although he was only alone for a second, in the dim darkness of the docks in his pyjamas, he still felt the panic. A single second of it surging through his body as his arms flailed uselessly in the air where Keara had once stood. In that single second, so many possibilities ran through his mind. Being left alone, without a tome, on the other side of the city – he’d have to cross a bridge. He’d have to cross water, somewhere, somehow. His voice had caught in his throat and it was only when he felt that familiar tug, that summoning sensation, that the shout passed his lips. Keara would catch the tail end of it.
What had they just talked about? He needed warning, if he was going to be summoned. He needed warning for everything. He had to swallow several times, blinking, as Keara’s arms wrapped around him. Like she had just pulled a band aid and was now trying to soothe the sting. They were home, just as she had said. That was the warning she had given – that they could go home.
Peter tried to thank Keara, but only garbled nonsense came out. She said he could go back to what he was doing, and Peter didn’t hesitate to first stumble backward, and then turn to head toward the elevator which would take him down to his room. He would try to go back to what he was doing – but whether he succeeded or not was another question. Time had been lost, and order needed to be restored. But he would try his hardest.
Regardless of whether he wanted to, he couldn’t; before he could do much of anything, Keara disappeared. And although he was only alone for a second, in the dim darkness of the docks in his pyjamas, he still felt the panic. A single second of it surging through his body as his arms flailed uselessly in the air where Keara had once stood. In that single second, so many possibilities ran through his mind. Being left alone, without a tome, on the other side of the city – he’d have to cross a bridge. He’d have to cross water, somewhere, somehow. His voice had caught in his throat and it was only when he felt that familiar tug, that summoning sensation, that the shout passed his lips. Keara would catch the tail end of it.
What had they just talked about? He needed warning, if he was going to be summoned. He needed warning for everything. He had to swallow several times, blinking, as Keara’s arms wrapped around him. Like she had just pulled a band aid and was now trying to soothe the sting. They were home, just as she had said. That was the warning she had given – that they could go home.
Peter tried to thank Keara, but only garbled nonsense came out. She said he could go back to what he was doing, and Peter didn’t hesitate to first stumble backward, and then turn to head toward the elevator which would take him down to his room. He would try to go back to what he was doing – but whether he succeeded or not was another question. Time had been lost, and order needed to be restored. But he would try his hardest.