06-13-2016, 12:46 PM
Cruz was happy to try again. He closed his eyes and found that peaceful rhythm he's found before. It was still a pain to get there, he felt like he'd been there for too long, that it was taking longer, but then the warm started to show. Cruz felt it. Felt something. It was a dark light. He didn't question the thought, though he wanted to. There was a time for that later. He focused on the warmth.
He reached for the power. In his minds eye he saw his hand grab hold of the reigns much like he had with a childhood horse. It hadn't like him doing it either, but this power it struggled, it reared back and fought. It was very much like trying to stay on to that horse who was having a bad day. It reared and Cruz held on forcing his will upon it.
It danced in his head, they danced together and before Cruz knew it there only the power, a bright pulsing power that felt like nothing he'd ever felt. He whispered, "Holy shit!" Cruz felt like he could do anything, could be anything, and he wanted to pull it to the very depths of his soul, but his father had taught moderation in everything, he didn't do anything else. He wasn't an idiot he remembered the Spiderman line.
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Pavlo placed three plates, but he only served Dorian. It wasn't uncommon for Cruz to not listen, but today he felt feelings that he hadn't felt in a very long time - jealousy and anger neither really directed at his son. He was angry at himself, this could have gone better, he could have kept his mouth shut.
Pavlo finished with serving and left Dorian alone to brood with his feelings. The pasta smelled divine and it tasted it as well but Dorian was lost in his mind while he ate and sipped at the wine that never seemed to run dry. He could only wait. He could pray to whatever god might be listening, but Dorian didn't think that anyone was really listening anyway. He just wanted Cruz to be okay, he could live with any hatred he had for himself, It wouldn't be the first time Cruz would tell him he hated him.
He reached for the power. In his minds eye he saw his hand grab hold of the reigns much like he had with a childhood horse. It hadn't like him doing it either, but this power it struggled, it reared back and fought. It was very much like trying to stay on to that horse who was having a bad day. It reared and Cruz held on forcing his will upon it.
It danced in his head, they danced together and before Cruz knew it there only the power, a bright pulsing power that felt like nothing he'd ever felt. He whispered, "Holy shit!" Cruz felt like he could do anything, could be anything, and he wanted to pull it to the very depths of his soul, but his father had taught moderation in everything, he didn't do anything else. He wasn't an idiot he remembered the Spiderman line.
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Pavlo placed three plates, but he only served Dorian. It wasn't uncommon for Cruz to not listen, but today he felt feelings that he hadn't felt in a very long time - jealousy and anger neither really directed at his son. He was angry at himself, this could have gone better, he could have kept his mouth shut.
Pavlo finished with serving and left Dorian alone to brood with his feelings. The pasta smelled divine and it tasted it as well but Dorian was lost in his mind while he ate and sipped at the wine that never seemed to run dry. He could only wait. He could pray to whatever god might be listening, but Dorian didn't think that anyone was really listening anyway. He just wanted Cruz to be okay, he could live with any hatred he had for himself, It wouldn't be the first time Cruz would tell him he hated him.