Post by ingrid on Jan 15, 2013 22:18:42 GMT -5
Ingrid slammed a book shut in frustration. She still had no idea what she could do, how she could control it, or even what it was called. She had a paper to write on the uses of her particular power. There was just one problem; she didn't know what it was. All she knew was that is was there, nearly impossible to control, and completely need based. She could heal, but apparently she wasn't a healer, they told her that much, not that it was any help.
Putting her head down on the desk in front of her, she buried her head in her arms. Not knowing what she was, but with all she'd been through before... No one knew any of it. No one. She felt a tear start to run down her face, and brushed it away. She covered her face further, a curtain of black hair falling over her. Never had she needed to have something concrete like this before. Exhausted with containing herself, she let all her barriers down, as she let herself go, barely aware of what she was doing, and what she had done.
Putting her head down on the desk in front of her, she buried her head in her arms. Not knowing what she was, but with all she'd been through before... No one knew any of it. No one. She felt a tear start to run down her face, and brushed it away. She covered her face further, a curtain of black hair falling over her. Never had she needed to have something concrete like this before. Exhausted with containing herself, she let all her barriers down, as she let herself go, barely aware of what she was doing, and what she had done.
