140 Days Until Miracles And the Uncertain End (part 3)
Zeydar walked to the transport loading doc, his head swimming in sensation. The chatter was loud, bothersome, and made his skin crawl. It had almost ceased upon his arrival, which had only bothered him more. He knew that upon entering that everyone was starring at him. He could feel it. He could feel the way their energy noticed him and heard how the sound started to lessen. They were so focused on him.
His skin prickled in the magic of the world, stinging him and making him want to claw at his skin. The worst was over, Rayda had told him. However she had said the words in a way that she didn’t believe them herself. His head ached in the sensation of light and sound. It would get better, he kept telling himself. He’d gone through it again, and while everything was too bright and his magic hurt him, it would get better. He would learn to use his magic again. He would not have himself ignore the problem.
Since leaving Evester’s side, the pain had been all the more intense. His moment with Evester, perhaps he should have taken the opportunity that Evester was offering. That moment had felt too perfect, too calm, too clean, too good. Was that why he had wanted to push it away? In this post-Dreams world, was it possible to feel like that? Was he allowed to? Or was it the residual effects telling him to? He was not sure. He wanted to know himself and what he wanted for certain first, as much as he wanted Evester.
“Zeydar.” Shawn addressed him first. There was a way that he looked over Zeydar along with the few whispers that Zeydar could hear that spoke Evester’s name. That combined with the fact that everyone was here, and he had been in that room breathing in silence with Evester for at least a half hour that made Zeydar know everything he had to.
“I didn’t have sex with Evester if that’s what everyone is worried about.” Zeydar had heard their conversation when he had gotten close enough, that it was taking them a while. He heard Evester cough out a laugh from behind him as he followed him into the hall. It combined with the looks that were given to him by the others told him that maybe he said it louder than he had intended. “Sorry. I have to redevelop my filter. Anyway, no. yes. Hi. Are we leaving?”Continue reading “YP – B4:Entr’acte – CHAPTER 10 (CHAPTER 157)”