He nodded, feeling a little easier. But he also felt the scratching need to get away from other people. He put his hand on her shoulder. Well, his hand was covered in a number of skin tight invisible shields, but he suspected she wouldn't be able to tell. Once his hand closed over her however he was able to wrap a sight shield around them both, rendering them invisible. He then floated them above the ground and began to pull them through the air, around people, and to the Train.
The temptation to make the pass through the outside of the train to further avoid people was strong. But thankfully for all involved, common sense won out. He dropped them inside the door frame but resumed floating once they were aboard. So familiar and yet... different. He felt his shoulders hunching in slightly and forced them to relax. the Train hadn't felt clostropblic before, and that had never been a fear of his anyway, but right now it felt like the threads were closing in around him.
Was this how Surreal felt? He should send her a fruit basket. She'd enjoy having ammo to throw at him, anyway. Or maybe he'd send it to her by care of Rainer... He relaxed some. Thoughts like that helped. That was what the High Lord always said, and as usual, Uncle Saetan was right.
He got the to the quiet car by letting part of his mind wander to the people he missed back home and how he could pester them so they'd know he loved them. Or know he was a pain in the ***. Either way worked.
Once they were in a quiet car that had been empty he set them on the ground and closed the door. Once it was closed he let go of her and dropped the sight shield. He also regretted accepting such a closed in space. He didn't usually prowl like Yasi, but everything about being back was scratching at him.
Also, away from the other psychic scents of the platform, locked into this smaller space with her he finally got a good whiff of her psychic scent and it rocked him back slightly. Because it made no sense. It was to Caste what Twilight's Dawn was to Rank. What in ***'s name was she...?
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Date: 2022-08-27 09:17 am (UTC)The temptation to make the pass through the outside of the train to further avoid people was strong. But thankfully for all involved, common sense won out. He dropped them inside the door frame but resumed floating once they were aboard. So familiar and yet... different. He felt his shoulders hunching in slightly and forced them to relax. the Train hadn't felt clostropblic before, and that had never been a fear of his anyway, but right now it felt like the threads were closing in around him.
Was this how Surreal felt? He should send her a fruit basket. She'd enjoy having ammo to throw at him, anyway. Or maybe he'd send it to her by care of Rainer... He relaxed some. Thoughts like that helped. That was what the High Lord always said, and as usual, Uncle Saetan was right.
He got the to the quiet car by letting part of his mind wander to the people he missed back home and how he could pester them so they'd know he loved them. Or know he was a pain in the ***. Either way worked.
Once they were in a quiet car that had been empty he set them on the ground and closed the door. Once it was closed he let go of her and dropped the sight shield. He also regretted accepting such a closed in space. He didn't usually prowl like Yasi, but everything about being back was scratching at him.
Also, away from the other psychic scents of the platform, locked into this smaller space with her he finally got a good whiff of her psychic scent and it rocked him back slightly. Because it made no sense. It was to Caste what Twilight's Dawn was to Rank. What in ***'s name was she...?