[ She, too, shifts to a more comfortable position, legs tucked partly beneath her as she scoots one inch or two closer. Looking down at their joined hands, she brings them up between the two of them, her touch soft. ] Let’s... begin like the first time, then. Go ahead and close your eyes and... breathe with me. Slowly.
[ When he’s prepared, she’ll follow suit, shutting her eyes upon an exhale that catches with the breeze. Over the next few moments, she’ll time her breaths along with his. It’s kinda nice, he had said, and she will use that: instead of beginning right away with transferring her power to him, she’ll let this silence linger because of its pleasantness, the quietness he might hear of the world compared to the noise within.
Then, she begins.
By now familiar to him, he may find that her energy winds more easily than the last, and the last time before that, traveling up and within him along familiar routes. With it comes the way it accentuate his senses from before of focus and accuracy and underlying support. Now it may seem the world is loud: the breeze from earlier stirs the grass around them, and he'll each blade bend to the wind. Above them, the hum of the barrier begetting the blue sky with its strange energy is ever more apparent, but not in the way it may disturb, either, for the temperance of her power is something that should be familiar to him at this point, too. The focus then shifts inward, while outward, her fingers slide to interlace between his. She is present with him, she is here.
Focus, and calm your mind.
And she can picture it within her mind, his energy a brilliant blue that rivals only that of his eyes (an idle thought passes: what a shame that she had taken a picture of him earlier with them closed). But what is this new power? This "door"? He'll have to be the one to open it for her, allow her further in. ]
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[ When he’s prepared, she’ll follow suit, shutting her eyes upon an exhale that catches with the breeze. Over the next few moments, she’ll time her breaths along with his. It’s kinda nice, he had said, and she will use that: instead of beginning right away with transferring her power to him, she’ll let this silence linger because of its pleasantness, the quietness he might hear of the world compared to the noise within.
Then, she begins.
By now familiar to him, he may find that her energy winds more easily than the last, and the last time before that, traveling up and within him along familiar routes. With it comes the way it accentuate his senses from before of focus and accuracy and underlying support. Now it may seem the world is loud: the breeze from earlier stirs the grass around them, and he'll each blade bend to the wind. Above them, the hum of the barrier begetting the blue sky with its strange energy is ever more apparent, but not in the way it may disturb, either, for the temperance of her power is something that should be familiar to him at this point, too. The focus then shifts inward, while outward, her fingers slide to interlace between his. She is present with him, she is here.
Focus, and calm your mind.
And she can picture it within her mind, his energy a brilliant blue that rivals only that of his eyes (an idle thought passes: what a shame that she had taken a picture of him earlier with them closed). But what is this new power? This "door"? He'll have to be the one to open it for her, allow her further in. ]