11-07-2016, 06:01 PM
Jensen was taken aback by Aria's submission. He looked to the Ascendancy first for some sort of answer, but the man's stern expression made him hold his tongue. He glanced at Ivan next, as the only other man in the room that Jensen knew to any extent. Surely Ivan wouldn't impose something upon someone without their consent. Aria wasn't excited by the prospect of being touched with the Gift, but she did kind of consent. "I'd never do this without your approval. Free will is God's gift to humanity."
Aria was expectant, though. Jensen glanced at the Ascendancy briefly. The others were waiting, so he sighed and nodded his ascent. He closed his eyes a moment and the light gushed through him. That brief, threatening moment that he was nearly swept away by it grimaced his features, but it quickly faded. The Gift was a glorious thing, and he was constantly astounded by the sensation of power that filled him.
As he had twice before, he willed the flows into his mind. Soon the threads formed their massive, complex web and plunged into Aria. They filled her body with energy and gentle warmth. The warmth would spread throughout, like soaking in a pleasant, warm bath tub, or so it felt to Jensen.
Soon he became very aware of all her injuries. They touched them simultaneously. Her skin smoothed, the burns were replaced by silky, fresh skin. The broken bone was bended. The aches and pains would wash away, even her fatigue would brighten her cheeks with fresh energy. Jensen was aware of all of them at once, and strangely, he suddenly felt connected to her, like from then on he might always have a sense of her well-being like a sixth sense, but he couldn't focus on it now.
Her mind was not injured, not in the way that he'd sensed before. Yet something was broken inside, like a wall that had been destroyed and rebuilt with the wrong materials. No, that wasn't it. It was like a hole punched in her mind and patched with the wrong material. Almost like a wound cauterized by flames. It was completely wrong and out of place. The mind around the wall pinched and puckered. The Gift smoothed it all away. It etched out the wrongness and rebuilt the connections by nursing the proper growth of her own flesh to fill in the space rather than plug it with synthetic tissue.
He was far more tired when he was done than he had been after Ascendancy and Marcus. The flows were complex and difficult to follow, but yet they were easy to summon. He worked harder to accomplish far less, but this time, sleeplessness and fatigue were physical as well as spiritual. The gift was draining, but his body was just plain tired also.
He squeezed Aria's hand when he was done, and smiled gently. "How do you feel?"
(Aria's healing moded with perrmission)
Aria was expectant, though. Jensen glanced at the Ascendancy briefly. The others were waiting, so he sighed and nodded his ascent. He closed his eyes a moment and the light gushed through him. That brief, threatening moment that he was nearly swept away by it grimaced his features, but it quickly faded. The Gift was a glorious thing, and he was constantly astounded by the sensation of power that filled him.
As he had twice before, he willed the flows into his mind. Soon the threads formed their massive, complex web and plunged into Aria. They filled her body with energy and gentle warmth. The warmth would spread throughout, like soaking in a pleasant, warm bath tub, or so it felt to Jensen.
Soon he became very aware of all her injuries. They touched them simultaneously. Her skin smoothed, the burns were replaced by silky, fresh skin. The broken bone was bended. The aches and pains would wash away, even her fatigue would brighten her cheeks with fresh energy. Jensen was aware of all of them at once, and strangely, he suddenly felt connected to her, like from then on he might always have a sense of her well-being like a sixth sense, but he couldn't focus on it now.
Her mind was not injured, not in the way that he'd sensed before. Yet something was broken inside, like a wall that had been destroyed and rebuilt with the wrong materials. No, that wasn't it. It was like a hole punched in her mind and patched with the wrong material. Almost like a wound cauterized by flames. It was completely wrong and out of place. The mind around the wall pinched and puckered. The Gift smoothed it all away. It etched out the wrongness and rebuilt the connections by nursing the proper growth of her own flesh to fill in the space rather than plug it with synthetic tissue.
He was far more tired when he was done than he had been after Ascendancy and Marcus. The flows were complex and difficult to follow, but yet they were easy to summon. He worked harder to accomplish far less, but this time, sleeplessness and fatigue were physical as well as spiritual. The gift was draining, but his body was just plain tired also.
He squeezed Aria's hand when he was done, and smiled gently. "How do you feel?"
(Aria's healing moded with perrmission)