It's my job now, I guess. It's - nice. To do something good with it.
[It's a little harder to be targeted with his power, always harder to hold back when it's already welling up beyond him, too vast for his skin, his soft human borders, literally porous. It's always been penned in more effectively by the admiral than he's ever managed, and when he chooses to push bast the leash that keeps it in, he has to focus very carefully to shield anything. He manages it, though, piecemeal, pushing renewal off him him warm, shallow waves, teeth gritted as he wills it to sluice around the weight of the paper, spilling and seeping into everything else. The pews' scuff marks neaten themselves, the dust motes floating in the air drift into neat three-dimensional grids, and even though nothing of significance changes, the knots in Gene feel a little looser, the exhaustion presses a little less heavily.]
Okay?
[Dillon sounds uncertain, in spite of the previous thanks; young and nervous.]
no subject
[It's a little harder to be targeted with his power, always harder to hold back when it's already welling up beyond him, too vast for his skin, his soft human borders, literally porous. It's always been penned in more effectively by the admiral than he's ever managed, and when he chooses to push bast the leash that keeps it in, he has to focus very carefully to shield anything. He manages it, though, piecemeal, pushing renewal off him him warm, shallow waves, teeth gritted as he wills it to sluice around the weight of the paper, spilling and seeping into everything else. The pews' scuff marks neaten themselves, the dust motes floating in the air drift into neat three-dimensional grids, and even though nothing of significance changes, the knots in Gene feel a little looser, the exhaustion presses a little less heavily.]
Okay?
[Dillon sounds uncertain, in spite of the previous thanks; young and nervous.]