08-15-2018, 07:06 PM
Jaxen prided himself on a strong sense of self-preservation. Thus it was against all of his instincts to run toward what was certainly the beginning of the end of the world. So much power. It was like the sun emptied itself, pouring molten power upon the Kremlin out of some cosmic cup.
The bonds loosened, then disappeared together. Jaxen slapped Oriena an annoyed look that she took so long to snap her fingers. The moment he sat up, the pain on his shoulder subsided, but moving his arm made him wince.
Glass crunched as he strode quickly to a mirror - an unbroken one at least - as he arranged himself. The blood on his shirt smeared by Oriena's palms was overlooked for now. He twisted to examine his back, discarding the black coat as he did.
It was a hell of a lot smaller than the pain told him to expect, the shard jutting from the white of his back. Red speckled in other places. But he grit his teeth as he watched arms of the power swipe them away like invisible palms. Pain lessened with each tinkle of glass dropping to the floor.
A glare fixed Oriena when he turned to her. Warmth trickled down his back from the larger wound, pinking up the shirt as it did.
The same chaos that pricked smiles upon her vicious lips downturned his. She had no idea what was out there. Frankly, Jaxen didn't either, but they were both ants at the bottom of a mountain in comparison.
He had to see it.
He grabbed her on the arm as he passed by like he might tug her along by the vice-like grip of his fingers alone. His arm ached, the cut burning on his skin. She was unlikely to be forgiven, no matter how badly she begged.
Nobody bat the bloodied pair an eyelash. Others ran. Some cried of ghosts. Others cried of a demon. Kremlin security services rushed, swarming.
The ballrooms doors were flung open. Jaxen skid to stop when he beheld it. "Oh, shit." He said, jaw dropped. Though it was unclear whether he commented on the apparition or the sheer volume of power flowing through the air.
Might as well add to the chaos. He grinned.
He sprinted forward, power swirling him like a storm, adding his own flow of ice to that of the others.
The crash of its demise gleefully lit his face.
The bonds loosened, then disappeared together. Jaxen slapped Oriena an annoyed look that she took so long to snap her fingers. The moment he sat up, the pain on his shoulder subsided, but moving his arm made him wince.
Glass crunched as he strode quickly to a mirror - an unbroken one at least - as he arranged himself. The blood on his shirt smeared by Oriena's palms was overlooked for now. He twisted to examine his back, discarding the black coat as he did.
It was a hell of a lot smaller than the pain told him to expect, the shard jutting from the white of his back. Red speckled in other places. But he grit his teeth as he watched arms of the power swipe them away like invisible palms. Pain lessened with each tinkle of glass dropping to the floor.
A glare fixed Oriena when he turned to her. Warmth trickled down his back from the larger wound, pinking up the shirt as it did.
The same chaos that pricked smiles upon her vicious lips downturned his. She had no idea what was out there. Frankly, Jaxen didn't either, but they were both ants at the bottom of a mountain in comparison.
He had to see it.
He grabbed her on the arm as he passed by like he might tug her along by the vice-like grip of his fingers alone. His arm ached, the cut burning on his skin. She was unlikely to be forgiven, no matter how badly she begged.
Nobody bat the bloodied pair an eyelash. Others ran. Some cried of ghosts. Others cried of a demon. Kremlin security services rushed, swarming.
The ballrooms doors were flung open. Jaxen skid to stop when he beheld it. "Oh, shit." He said, jaw dropped. Though it was unclear whether he commented on the apparition or the sheer volume of power flowing through the air.
Might as well add to the chaos. He grinned.
He sprinted forward, power swirling him like a storm, adding his own flow of ice to that of the others.
The crash of its demise gleefully lit his face.