07-20-2016, 12:42 PM
Crowds were not fun. Asha swayed slightly, buffeted from all sides by bodies and emotions both. And so strong. The dichotomy threatened to pull her into the depths and drown her, and every moment lingered on the monstrosity of so many people crammed in such short space was like a mouthful of water in her lungs. Once this would have been beyond her, but she'd grown more confidant since the city became her home. She anchored her way, avoiding the anger where she could. It sparked off in blazes when it touched her, her hands clenched in tight fists, teeth grinding, until she found a better host and slipped away.
The effort paled her skin, and she could feel the sweat beading on her brow. Spring had taken the chill but it was hardly warm. An azure sweater looped off one shoulder, and she still wore the bright patterned scarf from the day her car had been stolen along with all her things. She tugged at it now, her own misery for a moment cresting before the emotion shivered and died amongst all the others. The fabric twisted in her fingers.
She could have watched from any number of news streams, tucked away safe in Aria's apartment, but this was history; this was the revelation she had spent years of her life chasing, unpicking secret by secret for her blog. She'd be exhausted by the time she crept home. But she couldn't stay away.
The crowd jostled and she moved with it, until abruptly her consciousness alighted on an energy she recognised. Asha twisted almost full circle, stumbled over her own feet, then surged forward, almost crashing into the back of him. His back was to her. He was still pushing himself forward, through the throngs of people
"Elias!"
Severe and dark but calm in a way she had found dependable the first day she'd met him. She said his name like a gulp of fresh air to bursting lungs. She grasped his elbow, mostly but not entirely to steady her balance, and took shelter in his solemnity.
The effort paled her skin, and she could feel the sweat beading on her brow. Spring had taken the chill but it was hardly warm. An azure sweater looped off one shoulder, and she still wore the bright patterned scarf from the day her car had been stolen along with all her things. She tugged at it now, her own misery for a moment cresting before the emotion shivered and died amongst all the others. The fabric twisted in her fingers.
She could have watched from any number of news streams, tucked away safe in Aria's apartment, but this was history; this was the revelation she had spent years of her life chasing, unpicking secret by secret for her blog. She'd be exhausted by the time she crept home. But she couldn't stay away.
The crowd jostled and she moved with it, until abruptly her consciousness alighted on an energy she recognised. Asha twisted almost full circle, stumbled over her own feet, then surged forward, almost crashing into the back of him. His back was to her. He was still pushing himself forward, through the throngs of people
"Elias!"
Severe and dark but calm in a way she had found dependable the first day she'd met him. She said his name like a gulp of fresh air to bursting lungs. She grasped his elbow, mostly but not entirely to steady her balance, and took shelter in his solemnity.