05-22-2014, 01:22 PM
Ayden listened to Connor speak through the sadness and heart break of losing his son. She was glad he didn't say his wife, which she could only hope meant they were no longer an item, she didn't want to be that person. He even took the time to reassure her and then warn her? Which was concerning.
People hunting those like her, she knew other people had survived the sickness, but she'd never met one, much less someone who actually knew someone who had been sick like she had. Here in the CCD things were different she knew, in the States it wasn't so bad, but still the sickness meant death if you didn't learn to control it.
Ayden kissed Connor softly and wanted to relive more, but they'd both probably had enough for one session. She looked forward to more. She ran he hands over his body, she couldn't get enough of him. To her own surprise she confided in him. "I was in the army my first time it happened. It was triggered by anxiety. I was about to be spotted in a training op, and they saw right through me, like I wasn't even there. I was sick for three days in the infirmary."
Ayden laid back on the bed and looked up at the ceiling. " Your son. He could have learned, he could have survived. Sometimes the realization that they'd done something is all it takes. And then after you try to do it, and succeed, the sickness never affects you again. It's a strange and wondrous thing, this gift."
Ayden reached for the power just at the edge of her being, and wove a small ball of fire and air above her hands, she cradled it like a egg about to break. "This use to be hard, now, "
Ayden let the ball wink out of existence, "Now I can do it with out thinking about it. I'm sorry for your loss. It can't have been easy."
Ayden smiled, she wanted to be with him too, but her job took her elsewhere. She wanted to stay here, wanted to let this moment last forever, but she knew things could change for her at the drop of a hat. but for the third time since their morning began Ayden heard the disposable phone go off in the other room. She sighed, "I really should get that."
Ayden sat up slowly hating leaving the bed, but it was her contact about this job.
She answered the phone in quiet voice and spoke as little as possible. A meeting was set and too soon. Her morning had come to an end.
Edited by Ayden, May 22 2014, 01:27 PM.
People hunting those like her, she knew other people had survived the sickness, but she'd never met one, much less someone who actually knew someone who had been sick like she had. Here in the CCD things were different she knew, in the States it wasn't so bad, but still the sickness meant death if you didn't learn to control it.
Ayden kissed Connor softly and wanted to relive more, but they'd both probably had enough for one session. She looked forward to more. She ran he hands over his body, she couldn't get enough of him. To her own surprise she confided in him. "I was in the army my first time it happened. It was triggered by anxiety. I was about to be spotted in a training op, and they saw right through me, like I wasn't even there. I was sick for three days in the infirmary."
Ayden laid back on the bed and looked up at the ceiling. " Your son. He could have learned, he could have survived. Sometimes the realization that they'd done something is all it takes. And then after you try to do it, and succeed, the sickness never affects you again. It's a strange and wondrous thing, this gift."
Ayden reached for the power just at the edge of her being, and wove a small ball of fire and air above her hands, she cradled it like a egg about to break. "This use to be hard, now, "
Ayden let the ball wink out of existence, "Now I can do it with out thinking about it. I'm sorry for your loss. It can't have been easy."
Ayden smiled, she wanted to be with him too, but her job took her elsewhere. She wanted to stay here, wanted to let this moment last forever, but she knew things could change for her at the drop of a hat. but for the third time since their morning began Ayden heard the disposable phone go off in the other room. She sighed, "I really should get that."
Ayden sat up slowly hating leaving the bed, but it was her contact about this job.
She answered the phone in quiet voice and spoke as little as possible. A meeting was set and too soon. Her morning had come to an end.
Edited by Ayden, May 22 2014, 01:27 PM.