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Jul. 28th, 2012 09:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
freedhunterThe stage: Ford's living-room floor.
The players: Quinn stretched out on her back. Darcy kneeling on Quinn's right side, Ford on her left, and Casper by her head.
The play: mending Quinn's broken psyche.
The link was intense and hard to maintain, draining for all of them. But they all needed to be there; Darcy to be a familiar and comforting presence for her sister, and because her head contained the actual knowledge of what had been done to the younger sister, and Casper because he had some idea how to help mend people. And Ford, well... Ford was the strength needed.
This was such a hard thing for him, to give up control and let himself be directed. He wasn't the one leading this link, Casper was; taking the knowledge from Darcy and filtering it through himself, to then take Ford and use him to piece by piece mend the damage that had been done. It was hard, probably harder than anything he'd ever done, because it required him to be completely open. He'd had to drop the normal high and impenetrable shields, and if he for just one second let his concentration stray, he could feel the souls of the other people on the room, through the connection of their joined hands on Quinn's chest. It was scary as hell. Good thing, then, that he couldn't let his mind stray. Even though he was being guided and directed, it took all the concentration he had.
The players: Quinn stretched out on her back. Darcy kneeling on Quinn's right side, Ford on her left, and Casper by her head.
The play: mending Quinn's broken psyche.
The link was intense and hard to maintain, draining for all of them. But they all needed to be there; Darcy to be a familiar and comforting presence for her sister, and because her head contained the actual knowledge of what had been done to the younger sister, and Casper because he had some idea how to help mend people. And Ford, well... Ford was the strength needed.
This was such a hard thing for him, to give up control and let himself be directed. He wasn't the one leading this link, Casper was; taking the knowledge from Darcy and filtering it through himself, to then take Ford and use him to piece by piece mend the damage that had been done. It was hard, probably harder than anything he'd ever done, because it required him to be completely open. He'd had to drop the normal high and impenetrable shields, and if he for just one second let his concentration stray, he could feel the souls of the other people on the room, through the connection of their joined hands on Quinn's chest. It was scary as hell. Good thing, then, that he couldn't let his mind stray. Even though he was being guided and directed, it took all the concentration he had.
