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“Of course you do.” Summer ran her hand down Lex’s hair. Fire, for this, later. “You will, but first you have to help yourself. Can’t ease him all tied in knots yourself, now can you?”
She wondered how long, exactly, the other girl had been holding on to this, thinking that refusing the tears made her strong. In Summer’s experience, that only led, in the end, to an overflowing explosion that made things worse before they got better. But maybe she was biased.
Lex looked up to Summer, her eyes swimming in tears. “How? How am I going to help me?” she asked, her voice nearly hoarse from sobbing. “I regret so many things…”
It was then when something sharp struck her in deep of her stomach. Her body stiffened, and Lex gasped. Dalie’s curse was breaking. Her magic was coming back. Finally. “Summer… let go!” she choked out the words, pushing Summer away from her. She didn’t know what would happen now or if she would hurt Summer in any way if she stayed so near to her. “My magic… it’s coming back!” Lex fell onto her knees, and it felt like something pushed her onto all fours. The energy was running with full force through her system, bringing everything in her back to life. Lex coughed, and a kind of fluid and misty and blue substance came out of her mouth. Straightening up onto her knees again, sparks shot out of her hands, before she gave a final loud gasp, collapsing on the ground. Thank gods she had pushed Summer away…
Summer stumbled back a few steps, new instinct spreading her wings for balance. Hastily, she dumped the emotion she’d drawn off Lex into shields, blocking out the physical pain doubling the other girl over. “Lex? Lex?! Should it hurt you that muc—YIKES!”
Skipping aside from the sparks, she knelt beside Lex, resting a hand on her shoulder. “Hey. Hey, Lex!”
Anyone who thinks being a Telepath is easy doesn’t have a single bloody fucking clue.
I will trade you in a fucking heartbeat.
What a devil hast thou to do with the time of the day? Unless hours were tobacco ash and minutes bloodstains and clocks the tongues of liars and dials the signs of scuffled footprints and the blessed sun himself an honest man set alight in a locked room, I see no reason why thou shouldst be so superfluous to demand the time of the day.
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Confidante | @mischief-mistress
“No.” Summer spoke softly, but let her tone be a lash. She reached out for Lex’s wrist and drew the other woman close, putting an arm around her shoulder. Without her consciously being aware of it, the corresponding wing flexed and spread, cupping Lex in a greater embrace.
“Don’t take more blame than is yours already. Bad luck, your timing, yes, but don’t crush yourself under it.” She looked Lex right in the eyes, ignoring the tears. “He’ll need you, then, if he’s to cope with this. Loki is … Loki can be cruel. Some of him, anyway.”
Biting at her lip, she pulled on Lex’s pain and guilt, drawing it in, trying to lance the ache just a little bit. “There, shhh. Hold on to me. You can let it go, now.”
Lex felt herself suddenly embraced by Summer… and then her wings. Feeling that sudden warmth just made her cry harder, sobbing each time she tried to breathe or speak. She buried her head in Summer’s shoulder, clutching her neck with her right hand. She hadn’t shed a tear about the whole issue since that fateful night where Magnus had threatened her. Since that moment, she had been in a constant state of shock, letting the things happen and trying to do something to avoid that everything got worse, but terribly failing at it.
Summer tried to soothe her with words; Lex was trembling as she made another attempt to speak. “I can’t- I… I can’t get through to M-Magnus…” Lex whimpered, “He… wants to kill himself now, and I can’t let that happen, Summer… I want to help him, but…”
Suddenly she felt a warm, comfortable feeling slowly running through her, and she realised it had to be Summer’s ability as an empath.
“Of course you do.” Summer ran her hand down Lex’s hair. Fire, for this, later. “You will, but first you have to help yourself. Can’t ease him all tied in knots yourself, now can you?”
She wondered how long, exactly, the other girl had been holding on to this, thinking that refusing the tears made her strong. In Summer’s experience, that only led, in the end, to an overflowing explosion that made things worse before they got better. But maybe she was biased.
