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A mental shriek razored through the forefront of her brain and Freya stopped dead, stiffening before clapping her hands over her ears uselessly. Screams and cries for help echoed off the high ceilings but they were nothing compared to the cacophony in her brain, endless voices and trapped and fear and pain...
She barely even registered the blur of black that was Brendan turning to face her, too lost in other people's panic to see the mix of worry and curiosity on Emmett's face as his eyes flickered between her and Brendan and the entrance to the subway below. Reaching out blindly, she fastened her hands into the sleeves of Brendan's coat tightly enough to bleed her knuckles white.
Freya?
She clung desperately to the familiar mental voice that just barely rose over the tumultuous mass from below. Brendan leaned closer until his forehead touched hers, pale face and hazel eyes all she could see, and she managed to focus enough that she even managed a trembling ghost of a smile as she recognised the tune running through his thoughts.
- where are you... c'mon, you know the words -
It helped. It helped enough to gradually weed out the chaos from below, the mental susurrus from the street above, the woman stuck behind them thinking about damned displays of public affection and - wistful and quiet and tinged with worry, just on the edges of perception, it's always the straight ones, huh?
"Freya?"
She carefully let go of Brendan's sleeve, straightening cramped fingers and swiping at her eyes, wishing that she had a painkiller. People were pouring from the subway entrance, panicked and loud, and it was a guilty pleasure that Brendan had still stayed still long enough to make sure she was okay.
Emmett, on the other hand, had a jaw clenched tight and was shifting his weight restlessly.
"Shouldn't we be - ?"
Brendan shot her another sharp glance.
"You okay to go?"
She straightened deliberately and nodded her head, mustering a decent attempt at a smile.
"Got some work to do now, right?"
Hee. It gets the idea across but not the best written ever. Heh. Blame the Magners and the lack of sleep. I'm gonna go listen to da D-Hew and the J-Flan taunt each other, now. :D
lavvyan:A mental shriek razored through the forefront of her brain and Freya stopped dead, stiffening before clapping her hands over her ears uselessly. Screams and cries for help echoed off the high ceilings but they were nothing compared to the cacophony in her brain, endless voices and trapped and fear and pain...
She barely even registered the blur of black that was Brendan turning to face her, too lost in other people's panic to see the mix of worry and curiosity on Emmett's face as his eyes flickered between her and Brendan and the entrance to the subway below. Reaching out blindly, she fastened her hands into the sleeves of Brendan's coat tightly enough to bleed her knuckles white.
Freya?
She clung desperately to the familiar mental voice that just barely rose over the tumultuous mass from below. Brendan leaned closer until his forehead touched hers, pale face and hazel eyes all she could see, and she managed to focus enough that she even managed a trembling ghost of a smile as she recognised the tune running through his thoughts.
- where are you... c'mon, you know the words -
It helped. It helped enough to gradually weed out the chaos from below, the mental susurrus from the street above, the woman stuck behind them thinking about damned displays of public affection and - wistful and quiet and tinged with worry, just on the edges of perception, it's always the straight ones, huh?
"Freya?"
She carefully let go of Brendan's sleeve, straightening cramped fingers and swiping at her eyes, wishing that she had a painkiller. People were pouring from the subway entrance, panicked and loud, and it was a guilty pleasure that Brendan had still stayed still long enough to make sure she was okay.
Emmett, on the other hand, had a jaw clenched tight and was shifting his weight restlessly.
"Shouldn't we be - ?"
Brendan shot her another sharp glance.
"You okay to go?"
She straightened deliberately and nodded her head, mustering a decent attempt at a smile.
"Got some work to do now, right?"
Hee. It gets the idea across but not the best written ever. Heh. Blame the Magners and the lack of sleep. I'm gonna go listen to da D-Hew and the J-Flan taunt each other, now. :D
