Probably shouldn't sign up for those classes then.
( the vibrations start small. it's only a hundred bees, at first; they swarm through her veins, their collective buzzing gently echoing along her bones, just enough to leave her limbs trembling as her lips flatten against each other into a firm line. it's like trying to dam a brook, but the more she fights the sensations, the stronger the current gets — by the time her attentions catch hold of the now-missing fruit cup, panic swells in her throat, her heart sinking in her chest like an anchor thrown into a riverbed. )
I mean — ( but her train of thought runs off course as swiftly as his movements must have been, leaving her agape and confused and nervous in a way she hasn't felt since arriving here. she's never been good at subtlety, of course he's caught on. ) — yeah. If. If I had powers, I mean.
( it sounds weak, she knows. it's sounded weak from the start, but she's tried her best to soldier through. not that it's done her any favors, though; it's left the rumbling in her head growing louder by the millisecond, and the more skye tries to steady herself, the more acutely aware she becomes of wally's concerned, patient, quiet gaze. like she's as obvious as a bull in a china shop, but he's willing to play along with the crazy girl who's getting ready to unleash a natural disaster.
no wonder she's starting to feel a little light-headed. with a grimace, skye wavers ever so slightly, reaching out to lean towards... well, something. the bench, the man standing in its general direction, maybe the floor. she misses, though, and stumbles a step or two. thanks to the abrupt disruption, the vibrations increase; her eyelids squeeze shut for a moment as if to block them out. )
my apologies, the flu is a monster.
( the vibrations start small. it's only a hundred bees, at first; they swarm through her veins, their collective buzzing gently echoing along her bones, just enough to leave her limbs trembling as her lips flatten against each other into a firm line. it's like trying to dam a brook, but the more she fights the sensations, the stronger the current gets — by the time her attentions catch hold of the now-missing fruit cup, panic swells in her throat, her heart sinking in her chest like an anchor thrown into a riverbed. )
I mean — ( but her train of thought runs off course as swiftly as his movements must have been, leaving her agape and confused and nervous in a way she hasn't felt since arriving here. she's never been good at subtlety, of course he's caught on. ) — yeah. If. If I had powers, I mean.
( it sounds weak, she knows. it's sounded weak from the start, but she's tried her best to soldier through. not that it's done her any favors, though; it's left the rumbling in her head growing louder by the millisecond, and the more skye tries to steady herself, the more acutely aware she becomes of wally's concerned, patient, quiet gaze. like she's as obvious as a bull in a china shop, but he's willing to play along with the crazy girl who's getting ready to unleash a natural disaster.
no wonder she's starting to feel a little light-headed. with a grimace, skye wavers ever so slightly, reaching out to lean towards... well, something. the bench, the man standing in its general direction, maybe the floor. she misses, though, and stumbles a step or two. thanks to the abrupt disruption, the vibrations increase; her eyelids squeeze shut for a moment as if to block them out. )
Fuck.
( so much for pretense. )