Post by tingrin on Sept 26, 2006 13:58:24 GMT -5
Sibyl and Piotr stopped holding hands as they drew nearer to the house, though she kept his jacket wrapped around her, languishing in his scent for a few more minutes before they would have to go their separate ways. It was certainly shaping up to be an odd life, but she was glad if nothing else just to have him in it.
A tremor in her mind lifted her head, her eyes refocusing out of the quiet peace she and Piotr had found after their discussion.
“Piotr.” She said softly, a tension in the whisper that could raise the hair on the back of someone’s neck.
Her eyes unfocused again, vision going distant.
Blood. Screams. Begging. Silence. A growl. The smell of sweat.
Claws. Hiding. Talking. Logan. That strange bluish African boy. Rayen.
Forge.
Claws. A threat. Guns.
Sibyl gasped again, trembling hard as her hands went out as if to prepare for someone colliding with her.
“Piotr! In the woods!” She loheroked towards the treeline, across the yard from where they had just come.
The first time she spoke his name, the hairs on the back of his neck stood up.
The second time she spoke, and gestured towards the woods, they stood up even further. Protectively, and without even doubting that there was a reason, he put his arm around her and began to steer her rapidly towards the house.
“If there is something there,” he said, “the first priority is to ensure the safety of as many of the students as possible.” He sounded, for all the world, like he was reciting rules from a book.
“I will get you inside, I will make sure that the students are well
protected – THEN I will investigate.”
He didn’t have a communicator on. He had forgotten it that morning in his tired, weary state.
Her knees shook as she walked, a Sight she had not before experienced playing images to her in realtime. She whimpered softly, letting him lead her.
As they got to the door, she grabbed the guardrail to the handicapped ramp and looked at Piotr. “Go make sure the students are safe. I will be fine.” She looked at him, hoping he would trust her instincts.
He chewed his lip briefly, then nodded, once, very curtly. “You must get inside as swiftly as you can, Sibylinka. If anything were to happen to you…” He broke off and not caring if anybody saw, leaned down and kissed her soundly on the lips before he bounded inside and raced down the corridor, out of sight.
In his own way, Piotr was already accepted by a large majority of the students – particularly the very young ones – as a teacher of sorts.
He gathered up the very small children without spreading any particular unnecessary panic or alarm and shepherded them into a single location. He remained cool, he remained calm.
He was the very picture of just the man you needed to have in an emergency.
A tremor in her mind lifted her head, her eyes refocusing out of the quiet peace she and Piotr had found after their discussion.
“Piotr.” She said softly, a tension in the whisper that could raise the hair on the back of someone’s neck.
Her eyes unfocused again, vision going distant.
Blood. Screams. Begging. Silence. A growl. The smell of sweat.
Claws. Hiding. Talking. Logan. That strange bluish African boy. Rayen.
Forge.
Claws. A threat. Guns.
Sibyl gasped again, trembling hard as her hands went out as if to prepare for someone colliding with her.
“Piotr! In the woods!” She loheroked towards the treeline, across the yard from where they had just come.
The first time she spoke his name, the hairs on the back of his neck stood up.
The second time she spoke, and gestured towards the woods, they stood up even further. Protectively, and without even doubting that there was a reason, he put his arm around her and began to steer her rapidly towards the house.
“If there is something there,” he said, “the first priority is to ensure the safety of as many of the students as possible.” He sounded, for all the world, like he was reciting rules from a book.
“I will get you inside, I will make sure that the students are well
protected – THEN I will investigate.”
He didn’t have a communicator on. He had forgotten it that morning in his tired, weary state.
Her knees shook as she walked, a Sight she had not before experienced playing images to her in realtime. She whimpered softly, letting him lead her.
As they got to the door, she grabbed the guardrail to the handicapped ramp and looked at Piotr. “Go make sure the students are safe. I will be fine.” She looked at him, hoping he would trust her instincts.
He chewed his lip briefly, then nodded, once, very curtly. “You must get inside as swiftly as you can, Sibylinka. If anything were to happen to you…” He broke off and not caring if anybody saw, leaned down and kissed her soundly on the lips before he bounded inside and raced down the corridor, out of sight.
In his own way, Piotr was already accepted by a large majority of the students – particularly the very young ones – as a teacher of sorts.
He gathered up the very small children without spreading any particular unnecessary panic or alarm and shepherded them into a single location. He remained cool, he remained calm.
He was the very picture of just the man you needed to have in an emergency.