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Savaak just watches Aaron go deeper and deeper into the mindset that has him thoroughly engrossed. Then she thinks better of it and glances around to make sure no one inconvenient is watching them.
Leif is oblivious to whoever might be watching. She giggles as Aaron delves into his own psyche. At least there isn't a mirror around.
She reached out to pat him on the arm, and as she does, it's the best sensation he would have ever experienced. It's as if all of his nerves are alive, all at once.
The world seems bright, physically. Every color is enhanced. Every movement has a sensation. Every thought has a sensation.
Literally everything? Because he's still processing how her touch was like the opposite of the Empire's pain guns, how the briefest contact from her has his entire body coming alive. His breath catches for a second, she might hear a small "whoa..." escape his lips.
Wow, everything is bright, and why can he feel himself think that? He stares into her eyes, trying not to be blinded by the world around him, and he can feel his own nervous system saying he needs to feel that again. Maybe give it in return.
Slowly, hesitantly, as if a) unsure it's welcome and b) being careful not to throw his hand out too fast and accidentally sock her in the face or something, he reaches out to touch her. Be that a pat on her own arm in return, or just brushing his fingers gently along the back of her hand.
He wants to get closer to her, to be near her, but if literally everything is alive he's a little afraid to approach. He doesn't want to kill blades of grass under his feet!
« Last Edit: Feb 19, 2016 11:01:46 GMT -6 by Aaron Silverman »
Somehow, Savaak ends up being that sober person who laughs at everyone else while they're drunk. Sort of. She's not sure if Aaron's going to fall flat on his face or not.
The wind would blow through the grass, so yes, even the blades of grass would be alive. In fact, if he listened closely, they'd probably start talking to him.
His fingers brushed across her hand and she let out a very quiet laugh, but Leif was already distracted. She stretched her arms above her head. It was a lot easier for her to handle her high than it would be for him, so she didn't feel the need to give in to her urges.
What are the blades of grass saying? He actually looks away from Leif for a split second, though his eyes widen and start to wander before he stops them as she laughs and stretches, to shoot a quick look to the... grass? To let it know he's talking to it?
The weirdest thing is, that almost sounds like a normal part of a day at Paradigm.
"Uh, if I move, I'm not gonna hurt you guys, am I?"
Oh, good. He didn't need millions of tiny lives on his conscience.
Normally, the laughter would make him blush and hide away, retreating right back into his shell and writing this whole encounter off as a loss. Or, in the mood he was in before what she gave him, he would have become furious. Or maybe run off crying, let's be honest.
But he hears what she says, and the laughter is... nice, right now. He made someone happy. He made someone's night better.
He was starting to think he was incapable of doing that. After all, Sarah...
Whatever's up with his head, the sad thought he tries to dredge up slips out of his fingers. He takes a couple steps towards them, shy, tentative. Maybe he actually is blushing a little, he can't tell.
He wants to touch her again, her to touch him, but no idea how to ask for that. No idea how much is wanting her, how much is wanting affection from somebody, knowing he's worth it to someone.
"Um, sorry," he eventually volunteers. "You didn't hear them? The grass? I didn't know if I'd crush them, I'm so much heavier than they are and I don't like hurting people, so..."
« Last Edit: Feb 19, 2016 19:59:17 GMT -6 by Aaron Silverman »
Leif didn't bother trying to speak, letting Savaak play baby-sitter. It meant that she could sit there and simply enjoy the sensations, even as the colors started melting (for her).
As sadness started to touch him, he would witness things changing around him. The brightness would dim dramatically, and definitely not in a good way. If he would change his mood and cling to the happiness, he would watch the shadows lift again.
The grass continued having unintelligible conversations beneath him. If he was happy, they would laugh and be excited. If not, then they would start screaming as he moved.
Aaron doesn't have time to actually answer Savaak, blinking and trying not to recoil at the sudden shift in the world.
"What the?"
Everything was dimmer suddenly, making his eyes go wide and causing him to go stock still. Was that because of that flicker of sadness? What just happened? Part of him wants to go back to the happiness, part of him wants to try to figure out what that thought was. It had started as soon as the word "Sarah" came to his mind.
And there it is again, and he tries to fight it, to send the world back to light. Do the shadows rise? Do the grass people laugh or scream? He looks at the girls again, blinking, rubbing his eyes not because of tears - unless there are some he doesn't notice - but to try to focus, to figure out what's going on and try to make things better.
Make things better like people keep not letting him do. He tries to fight down the sudden alarm the change in the world put in his heart, focus on how he felt before. It makes him look at Leif, who'd made him feel warm inside for the first time in quite a while with those pills and the touch to his arm that set his entire body alight.
"Can I sit? Something weird is happening and I want to go back to being happy."
He indicates a spot next to her, because his tongue fumbles over the words!
« Last Edit: Feb 20, 2016 21:29:36 GMT -6 by Aaron Silverman »
Leif motions for him to sit next to her, grinning from ear to ear. She should have known to expect a bad trip as a possibility but she was already tripping herself. It meant that she didn't have much in the way of inhibitions. She lifted her hand to help him down to the ground next to her.
If his mood continued its downward spiral, his trip would only get worse. Colors would start to melt off the trees and grass, beginning to form a puddle by his feet of technicolored goodness.
Trip Control to Major Aaron, your circuit's dead, there's something wrong! Can you hear me Major Aaron?
Aaron is fighting to pull up his mood but confusion and some alarm and some sadness - as if his brain is remembering all the reasons to be sad - remain! Up to trip controller how much success he has, but he is trying to focus on the happy sensations from before if he can remember what they feel like!
"Come on be happy, me. Come on. Happy," he mutters to himself, stepping gingerly towards Leif and her grin and trying, trying not to touch any grass with too much of his feet. Come on happy grass people, be happy, don't get hurt.
He grips her hand and lets her guide him down and settles close to her, hoping for the same sensation as before. He won't be like, right on top of her or anything, but he will lean against her a little and keep a grip on her hand if she allows it, trying not to hold too strongly.
« Last Edit: Feb 20, 2016 22:10:12 GMT -6 by Aaron Silverman »
Every touch has the same sensation, and it only gets stronger the more contact he has with her. Unlike usual sensations that would fade as your body gets used to it, the live wire feeling stays strong.
"Don't be sad," Leif tells him, her voice like the wind across his ear. "It's too pretty of a night to be sad. See? Look at the stars."
The power of suggestion goes a long way. The stars will be beautiful, maybe the most beautiful thing he has ever seen. They will glow and twinkle and it will be incredibly easy to lose focus on anything other than their shine.
Unsure if the most beautiful. But close, and the contact and the live wire feeling and her voice and the stars obliterate the name he briefly tries to pull up. For now.
It really is a pretty night. He smiles and squeezes her hand, trying to focus on happy, on how the world looks, on her helping him when she didn't have to. He needs this.
"Thank you," he vaguely registers himself saying, as he starts to lose himself in the starshine. His thumb gently glides over her hand and if the stars weren't distracting him he'd probably try to touch her more than he already is. He just relaxes against her for the moment.
As he relaxes, he'll become "stuck." The rest of the world will fade from his senses and he won't be able to look at, think about, hear, or feel anything aside from the stars and the sensation of leaning against Leif.
And stuck he gets, breath catching from what her touch does to his nerves and the light of the stars and how all his senses flee. A mindless noise escapes his lips, and he stays cuddled up to her, unable to think about doing anything else or even process the existence of anything else.
"Oh, absolutely. As long as I spent at least eight hours a day with my blanket, we were very happy together. Probably the best relationship I've ever been in."