[Out of all the things he could've said, she did not expect him to be so willing to stay. So determined. Almost as if the boy she met a while back, before yeeting out of the window, never existed. Where did the pretty boy go because right now all she saw was -- a very attractive man.
The demonstration was very good to have because it will bring her back to the reality of the situation. Her cheeks will begin to flush as she looks away from his smile. It was still a sad one, and yet it was brimming with so many true emotions -- she couldn't help look away just to give her heart and nerves a shot to catch up.
Damn. What should she do? She didn't want to get him involved in all this. There was only one way to get the spirits to calm down. She wasn't prepared for it yet. To tell him, at least.
Then again, he does make a comment that piqued her curiosity: "You're going to be better at something like this than me". What is he saying? Isn't he an exorcist? Isn't it suppose to be his job to purify spirits as she does just in a different and more savage way?
Unless -- Does he know what she is? Has he figured out she wasn't entirely human? Can he sense that?
Nike will turn to Allen the moment she thought of it; however, she will feel the final push that will force her to move towards the platform. Again...? Why are they so insistent?
She will look down and allow the images from before to fill her mind. The positions, the sensations, the sounds, and just the experience of those memories will have her squeezing his hand very tightly. Please don't leave her alone. Please don't leave her at the last minute. Don't abandon her, not the way she has.
Ah, why was she remembering this now? Why? All she can do now was try to sing her song, but...]
Who am I supposed to be...? I wonder about that sometimes...
[Looking up at the ceiling for a moment, allowing the soft light from above shine delicately over them almost as if there was sunshine outside. She knew there wasn't. It was filled with clouds. The sky. Her beautiful blue sky, she was beginning to miss it even if she was taken deep into it, another dimension. Is it as blue as her own or a different color altogether? These memories did not tell her. Not even a small clue.
Closing her eyes, she will concentrate on the world surrounding her beyond the temple, trying to get a sense of it all -- how to help these spirits? Trying to find an answer, all she can hear whispers into her ear.]
Worship, worship, worship. [She will continue to repeat and every time she did her dress would shrink. Damn, she may be getting in too deep again, so she'll begin to pull on the hand in her grip, trying to bring him closer to her in an attempt to keep herself anchored.] Allen...please, can you hold me again like before...? [A pause. She'll lean against him as she begins to tremble.] ...I don't think I can hang on to this reality for much longer not unless I feel something holding me here....
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The demonstration was very good to have because it will bring her back to the reality of the situation. Her cheeks will begin to flush as she looks away from his smile. It was still a sad one, and yet it was brimming with so many true emotions -- she couldn't help look away just to give her heart and nerves a shot to catch up.
Damn. What should she do? She didn't want to get him involved in all this. There was only one way to get the spirits to calm down. She wasn't prepared for it yet. To tell him, at least.
Then again, he does make a comment that piqued her curiosity: "You're going to be better at something like this than me". What is he saying? Isn't he an exorcist? Isn't it suppose to be his job to purify spirits as she does just in a different and more savage way?
Unless -- Does he know what she is? Has he figured out she wasn't entirely human? Can he sense that?
Nike will turn to Allen the moment she thought of it; however, she will feel the final push that will force her to move towards the platform. Again...? Why are they so insistent?
She will look down and allow the images from before to fill her mind. The positions, the sensations, the sounds, and just the experience of those memories will have her squeezing his hand very tightly. Please don't leave her alone. Please don't leave her at the last minute. Don't abandon her, not the way she has.
Ah, why was she remembering this now? Why? All she can do now was try to sing her song, but...]
Who am I supposed to be...? I wonder about that sometimes...
[Looking up at the ceiling for a moment, allowing the soft light from above shine delicately over them almost as if there was sunshine outside. She knew there wasn't. It was filled with clouds. The sky. Her beautiful blue sky, she was beginning to miss it even if she was taken deep into it, another dimension. Is it as blue as her own or a different color altogether? These memories did not tell her. Not even a small clue.
Closing her eyes, she will concentrate on the world surrounding her beyond the temple, trying to get a sense of it all -- how to help these spirits? Trying to find an answer, all she can hear whispers into her ear.]
Worship, worship, worship. [She will continue to repeat and every time she did her dress would shrink. Damn, she may be getting in too deep again, so she'll begin to pull on the hand in her grip, trying to bring him closer to her in an attempt to keep herself anchored.] Allen...please, can you hold me again like before...? [A pause. She'll lean against him as she begins to tremble.] ...I don't think I can hang on to this reality for much longer not unless I feel something holding me here....