06-29-2014, 12:49 PM
Aria felt the beginnings of something, she'd felt it often enough from her upstairs neighbors, it was boring, but for Connor it brought pain. She smiled as he backed away from her slightly. Aria held his hand firmly in hers and sent him less than what she'd done before to the man who'd stopped her. He didn't need much, she didn't want him falling down completely in love, she wanted to make his pain worse.
Her own guilt stirred, he wasn't an enemy, he'd been nice. But she wanted to feel something. Feel his pain. It overrode her guilt. The pain was intoxicating. It was all she really wanted.
Aria tossed the paper towel into the sink behind her, and put her other hand on Connor's chest. Her hand was still damp, he was still sticky with sweat. She felt everything he did. She pushed everything he felt back into him. Doubling the affect, infinitely. She closed her eyes and luxuriated in his emotions.
Her own guilt stirred, he wasn't an enemy, he'd been nice. But she wanted to feel something. Feel his pain. It overrode her guilt. The pain was intoxicating. It was all she really wanted.
Aria tossed the paper towel into the sink behind her, and put her other hand on Connor's chest. Her hand was still damp, he was still sticky with sweat. She felt everything he did. She pushed everything he felt back into him. Doubling the affect, infinitely. She closed her eyes and luxuriated in his emotions.