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[unitas]

[ Text is about the only way Sharon feels comfortable posting this. She feels like an idiot even daring to ask on the network. ]

Does anyone here have experience in teaching people 'magic'? Or in helping out someone who has trouble controlling their own 'magical' abilities?

Because I might need some help.

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[unitas]

Because they fucked me up! [ She hisses it through clenched teeth, jaw aching. The abilities Alessa possessed before were... were nothing like this, not until they strapped her down to a metal disc and burned her above a brazier of coal. Before then, it was just making the butterflies dance; it was making flowers move without wind; it was coloring without holding the crayons.

All there is now is darkness.

A range of fire and words bubble in her throat, threatening to spill out of her like venom. She swallows. ]

They burned me alive, and twisted everything inside of me so I could give birth to their god. Okay? They did something to me that I can't undo.

[greywaren]

[Ronan can taste the heaviness in the air on the back of his tongue, but he keeps his cool, finally backing off from her with a slight nod. He hadn't known- but that's the point, isn't it? Getting through this, dealing with whatever it is that this could be.

He watches Sharon for a moment, decision forming slowly in the back of his mind, before Ronan just sighs through his nose in defeat and shrugs his shoulders up tight.]

Well, [he starts, less sharp than he had been,] getting drunk helps too.

[unitas]

No, getting drunk just gets you drunk. [ but it's not something she's ever been opposed to doing. She started drinking at 16 as she tried to deal with constant nightmares, nightmares of some dark place, but mostly of the man that broke into their home with a knife and tried to kill her father.

She stopped drinking at 16, when her dad found her walking home drunk in the middle of the night. He'd been in a panic because she hadn't come home immediately after school. He dumped all the alcohol in the tiny, one bedroom apartment down the sink when they got home.

She started drinking again when she got here, when it became clear she had no way home. ]

And I do enough of that here.

[greywaren]

[He's not sure why that's considered to be a bad thing, but Sharon is probably right in the fact that it doesn't help. It helps him sometimes, to shape his dreams, but their abilities- while similar- aren't the same. It would be stupid to try to drag out the comparison any longer than he already has.

So he sighs, kicking at the dirt near his feet and shrugs up his shoulders in an entirely unhelpful motion.]

Fine. Do whatever the fuck you want.

[There's a pause as he looks back up toward her, bringing back the whole reason why he's here and trying to help in the first place. His demeanor is still casual, but his eyes are dark, his tone deadly serious.]

But if you pull Parrish into that shitshow then I won't stop at a cute fistfight with you. Got it?

[unitas]

[ It dawns on her then how close the two of them must be. They seem very much the opposite of each other; Ronan all sharp, tangled edges, and Adam more like vines wrapped around a tree. Friendship, she supposes, comes in the unlikeliest of places.

Even love.

She raises up, back straightening. ]

I don't have any intention of letting that happen, all right? I do try not to hurt the people that help me.

[ the future says differently sharon /sobs sadly in the distance ]

[greywaren]

Don't care. I warned you.

[It's urgent and necessary, every part of it. Ronan keeps himself sharp and hard, his only vulnerability lying hidden in the threat he'd just given. That's all he needs, and hopefully Sharon can understand enough to know just how serious he is.

In the end though, Ronan shakes his head and glances off, his lips pursed.]

I think we're done here.