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I N D I E — Gilbert Nightray
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♕ Running Blind is Running Alone ♕
Gilbert had scrutinized the details with great ease, although the effects of the power upon him would catch up to his thought process at some point, or so he believed. Being aware of such was slowly descending into the soils of his mind, becoming vague as he strained the understand. Even now, frustration had not been produced, and he still felt this kind of sophomoric feeling, even though he had not achieved the feeling of exhaustion. Now was the time to fathom what exactly she had meant by such words, even though it would be rather futile to go ahead and pounce at the attempt.
A…Strain ? The head of ebony had never once heard the term being spoken, and so he lacked the mental capacity to try and encompass the word with his knowledge, but the word was a bit too obscure all on it’s own. He was unable to register this locution without having the correct definition of it.
❝ I’ve never heard of such a thing.
But it does seem rather interesting. ❞
♕— She nods once and she brings back a little bit of her power for his sake — seeing how distant he was beginning to get in result to her powers. She was beginning to bring her power back in order to bring him back at the same time, her hands still holding his fingers nonetheless. The female Strain continued to swing his hands from side to side to keep him awake at least, awake and unhurt. Her colorless eyes though, through the eyes of those feeling her power, appeared a crimson hue as crimson and any hue of red was the only spectrum of color the girl could even make out.
♕— “ … Maybe that’s a good thing. ” She replies. “ We … have powers from birth. Nobody gave them to us … but we’re dangerous, so they say. And so I believe them. Toying with emotions is nothing for us — but there are people who can do worse. Manipulate flames and gravity are a selective few. Even creating a world just for you. I’m … happy you’re not scared. ”
Happy.
This is happy.
I think.
Although the power had been withdrawn in the slightest, he had paid no heed. The swaying of his arm had also been given that treatment. His concentration had been focused on Anna, someone he had begun to entrust without even taking notice. Pupils would avert themselves for a moment, returning to their original spot. He had thought about questioning her further, but all of his inquiries would be answered within time. There was no need to pressure anyone into something that would be difficult to explain in the first place. Later on, perhaps. Now was the time to become better-acquainted with the girl, perhaps in other topics.
Maybe it was best not to further this, seeing as how she had begun to look pained when she had continued with explaining. He was quite the observer, even in this trance that left him in such a contented state. Beside that, he had noticed her change in eye-colour, and that had intrigued him to say the least. They were almost a monotonous shade, yet he hadn’t found them dull in any kind of way. It only made her different, so-to-speak.
❝ Yeah, I guess I’m not anymore…
Raven has seemed to disappear, though. ❞
♕ Running Blind is Running Alone ♕
After long interpretation of the events that had occurred, optics raised themselves from the held palm and back onto the presence before him. Still quite dazed, he had gazed at her with complex yet almost agog fixation. He didn’t seem to quite mind the sudden attention that had arisen, and in fact enjoyed another soul by his side. After intense stare, he broke it off and closed his irises tranquility slowly replacing all the bad thoughts with rather neutral ones. All the deep and murky crevices being temporarily cloaked and disregarded for the time that had drifted by.
Had the noir minded ? Not in particular, but it definitely was a change of mental pace. If he had been consciously aware and actually could apprehend what had went on, he would’ve made the endeavor to perhaps change back to what originally had been. Right now however, in the situation that had been, he didn’t feel the need to chastise or berate the girl for putting him in some kind of trance or mirage. Now he would gladly let this state of mind soothe him, as he lacked the ability to feel anything other then this. The movement of his arm had not bothered him in the least, and perhaps hadn’t been perceived at the very moment. And so he would bear with such wonderful thoughts, and would not fight them. Eyes now open, he continued.
❝ I don’t mind, this is actually rather calming.
May I ask what you are doing ? ❞
♕— Anna brings herself to the time in which she would continue to swing his hands from side to side to increase the feeling of euphoria. The female wasn’t about to explain who she was but she could at least do him the favor of explaining what she was to him. The man seemed to have something inside of him as well — and he was sort of like her in that way. In the way that he was holding power he could hardly control and that dedicated itself to him like a terrible illness.
♕— She swallowed. ” … I’m exerting influence on your emotions. I’m making you calm down by taking away your anger and fear — and I’m replacing those feelings with happiness and bliss. People call me a Monster … treat me like a Lab Rat … so if you think I’m … strange … that is fine. I know already quite well. But the term … the term is Strain. I am a Strain. “
Gilbert had scrutinized the details with great ease, although the effects of the power upon him would catch up to his thought process at some point, or so he believed. Being aware of such was slowly descending into the soils of his mind, becoming vague as he strained the understand. Even now, frustration had not been produced, and he still felt this kind of sophomoric feeling, even though he had not achieved the feeling of exhaustion. Now was the time to fathom what exactly she had meant by such words, even though it would be rather futile to go ahead and pounce at the attempt.
A…Strain ? The head of ebony had never once heard the term being spoken, and so he lacked the mental capacity to try and encompass the word with his knowledge, but the word was a bit too obscure all on it’s own. He was unable to register this locution without having the correct definition of it.
❝ I’ve never heard of such a thing.
But it does seem rather interesting. ❞
♕ Running Blind is Running Alone ♕
Ink tresses like cataracts down rocky walls, frozen within their own world and restricted by the ends that would bounce depending on the action provided. However, the only secreted emotions and actions were of ones that had distorted themselves, and were more or less worsening as the seconds drew by, a mural that was slowly vanishing and creating more to please the eye. That was how the earth had become, and he was yet another measly figure walking along it, indifferent to the idea that he was more then just a mundane soul. The sentiments would not leave him, just as the perforating irises that gazed at the other, perhaps antithetical, person. The having of her name would prove solid enough to cross whatever line of strangers or acquaintances there was.
Inner turmoil had ensued, mostly spawned by the beast that inhabited inside of him, along with the persistent anxieties that had interrupted his very thoughts. A difficult choice would be made within the time Anna and him decided to stay, and it was becoming more appealing to vacate the area and simply obliterate any of these moments away from memory. It would only be a lie to state that he wasn’t in the midst of shaky breath and momentary quivers. Another deceit would be that he was witnessing someone of powerful origin, despite her young countenance and anatomy. Going any further in observation was becoming tedious, as he was rather sure that he had caught every single detail the girl had given within grasp.
Another motion of contact, and this time registering such an act had taken him quite the time. Odd as he was one to notice any kind of communication within a simple movement of air, infliction or not. All he did was waver, watching with eyes of such intricate coating that surprise would no longer suffice as an emotion. His broadened eyelids surely conveyed some kind of shock, but looking closely upon inspection, that wasn’t exactly how he felt. Removing his hand didn’t exactly feel required at the moment, and so he had done what was, lasted with stilled body.
Rather miraculous, another understatement spewed. Emotions with uneasiness had slowly evaporated, and all that was left was ones that were buried deep within him. After so long of not sensing these abandoned feelings, he had almost simultaneously felt ease pervade throughout him, and now he felt no problems could deter him any longer. Content, and almost forgetting the emotions of the Raven that had disappeared, even if this Chain was an entirely different life-form dwelling inside. Even when it clawed at him, tried to bring him into the light of reality, it had gone unnoticed. And here the possessor of the creature stood, trying to comprehend what had just become of him.
❝ —- ! ❞
♕— “ It is alright. ”
♕— Anna brought that hand to hold his two fingers and she stepped up before him, her eyes very kind though very low and still quite colorless to their deepest hue. They were all grey and white — something unseen yet something not exactly unnerving with the way she looked upon the other much elder human being before herself. She simply held his forefingers and his middle fingers in both hands, now standing right before him as she gave him the extent of her power. She’d heard him — rather, heard it, making him scared.
♕— “ You were scared so I … I helped, I think. ” Anna told him softly, swinging his hands in care to make sure the man before he stayed in this careless state for the time being. Anna wanted to eat least believe she’d done something to help him at most seeing as the many times she’d used this power to manipulate, if had ended in horrible outcomes such as an outcome to making those around her feel like they were on the brink of spontaneously combusting inside of their own skins. She’d made them feel choked up and out of air, as many other things all the same.
♕— You’re … not mad … right? I’m … sorry … “
After long interpretation of the events that had occurred, optics raised themselves from the held palm and back onto the presence before him. Still quite dazed, he had gazed at her with complex yet almost agog fixation. He didn’t seem to quite mind the sudden attention that had arisen, and in fact enjoyed another soul by his side. After intense stare, he broke it off and closed his irises tranquility slowly replacing all the bad thoughts with rather neutral ones. All the deep and murky crevices being temporarily cloaked and disregarded for the time that had drifted by.
Had the noir minded ? Not in particular, but it definitely was a change of mental pace. If he had been consciously aware and actually could apprehend what had went on, he would’ve made the endeavor to perhaps change back to what originally had been. Right now however, in the situation that had been, he didn’t feel the need to chastise or berate the girl for putting him in some kind of trance or mirage. Now he would gladly let this state of mind soothe him, as he lacked the ability to feel anything other then this. The movement of his arm had not bothered him in the least, and perhaps hadn’t been perceived at the very moment. And so he would bear with such wonderful thoughts, and would not fight them. Eyes now open, he continued.
❝ I don’t mind, this is actually rather calming.
May I ask what you are doing ?❞
♕ Running Blind is Running Alone ♕
Digits had pressed themselves on fabric once more, feeling the smooth material against coarse skin. Running it across towards the hem of his sleeve, he had found out exactly why he was reacting in such a pointless manor. It was because he was indeed frightened. Although having no real theory as to why he was behaving like the way he was. He had dropped every ounce of a facade almost instantaneously, which was not something he normally did, especially not in the company of a stranger. Yet here he stood, on the brink of what seemed to be a lack of facilities, if he was feeling warily self-conscious at the moment, it had not surfaced.
A fine line between abnormality and normalcy had been drawn the second he had been retrieved from the womb, becoming one to live an extremely difficult life and not having the ability or time to cope with it. So of course, he was struggling with his emotions at the very second. He had never been one who could easily plaster on a face and assume it was true, but over the years it had grown into such a tedious task that it seemed to be essential in a part of his life. And the true inquiry was as to why it had escaped him now, but it wasn’t exactly necessary to ponder such when it was obvious.
A repetition had been heard, subtly pirouetting over the trembling silence that had broken out. The words had been spoken with such care and restraint that it seemed like silence itself, and it was soothing to the ear alone. He didn’t have a way with words, no, not at all. But if he could depict how her tone resembled silk entwined to the touch then he would, because now he had garnered enough attention to the existence of the other. And as she continued, he had strained to listen, disregarding his chain’s next warning. If only he could tell the bloody thing to shut the hell up.
❝ —- Powerful? ❞
’ This power must be avoided. ’
❝ I-I guess you can say that. ❞
’ You must retreat, immediately. ‘
❝ What exactly do you want? ❞
‘ Now. ’
♕— Anna’s own lacking of words on her part seemed like something that shouldn’t really matter to someone so young — if someone so young was supposed to be refined and restrained to the point talking was a chore. It was abnormal, almost everything about her at that point. A child would usually blabber and babble all day long in the presence of anyone around them —- but this child wasn’t talking enough. Enough — could someone really talk enough in this position? Strangers could and would given the chance, and depending on who they were, but Anna wasn’t a stranger. The man had her name.
♕— Her eyes lifted once more, always observing the situation about her and allowing herself to flee when the time was right among other circumstances rising. Had she been in her home city, she may have felt just a bit better about being on her own, since it was her home city and her home in general with the Clansman all around her. This time — this was some place different, less advanced even, and completely unaware of her. It was a good thing in the beginning, but it turned out it was a major disadvantage to herself. And an even bigger matter was all the power she was sensing — what was it, exactly?
He is strong.
He is hiding it.
He is scared.
♕— She thought he’d gotten tense for a moment there, watching him speak as if something was holding him back with how he paused so easily. It was as if she were commentating on him when she hadn’t said a thing the entire time. In response, the Strain sneaked her hand closer to his own, and when she got close enough, she wrapped her hand around his smallest finger. With this, she had to be quick so he’d notice the effects and not snatch away yet — she began to use at least a form of her natural power. A wave of emotion was hauling inside of Gilbert, and she could see that as she kept her eyes locked on where her head was.
It is all fine.
It is all going to be fine.
You are fine.
♕— Anna kept the contact close as she began to force his uneasiness away, pushing the wave of emotion away from him and forcing her own to replace it like a barrier against the worst of it. Uneasiness, unhappiness, she tried to at least cover it if not remove it for a little while. The man reminded her of Mikoto Suoh in a way — the way his eyes looked at the world around him with a bored expression. His eyes looked the same as well, looking down on himself and those around him, or maybe just the first of two, and appearing so dominant of anything in his way. He was powerful not only of himself but of something else. She felt that clear as day, too.
Ink tresses like cataracts down rocky walls, frozen within their own world and restricted by the ends that would bounce depending on the action provided. However, the only secreted emotions and actions were of ones that had distorted themselves, and were more or less worsening as the seconds drew by, a mural that was slowly vanishing and creating more to please the eye. That was how the earth had become, and he was yet another measly figure walking along it, indifferent to the idea that he was more then just a mundane soul. The sentiments would not leave him, just as the perforating irises that gazed at the other, perhaps antithetical, person. The having of her name would prove solid enough to cross whatever line of strangers or acquaintances there was.
Inner turmoil had ensued, mostly spawned by the beast that inhabited inside of him, along with the persistent anxieties that had interrupted his very thoughts. A difficult choice would be made within the time Anna and him decided to stay, and it was becoming more appealing to vacate the area and simply obliterate any of these moments away from memory. It would only be a lie to state that he wasn’t in the midst of shaky breath and momentary quivers. Another deceit would be that he was witnessing someone of powerful origin, despite her young countenance and anatomy. Going any further in observation was becoming tedious, as he was rather sure that he had caught every single detail the girl had given within grasp.
Another motion of contact, and this time registering such an act had taken him quite the time. Odd as he was one to notice any kind of communication within a simple movement of air, infliction or not. All he did was waver, watching with eyes of such intricate coating that surprise would no longer suffice as an emotion. His broadened eyelids surely conveyed some kind of shock, but looking closely upon inspection, that wasn’t exactly how he felt. Removing his hand didn’t exactly feel required at the moment, and so he had done what was, lasted with stilled body.
Rather miraculous, another understatement spewed. Emotions with uneasiness had slowly evaporated, and all that was left was ones that were buried deep within him. After so long of not sensing these abandoned feelings, he had almost simultaneously felt ease pervade throughout him, and now he felt no problems could deter him any longer. Content, and almost forgetting the emotions of the Raven that had disappeared, even if this Chain was an entirely different life-form dwelling inside. Even when it clawed at him, tried to bring him into the light of reality, it had gone unnoticed. And here the possessor of the creature stood, trying to comprehend what had just become of him.
❝ —- ! ❞