((Aiden only, pwease.))
Something was wrong. Again. She didn't know what it was, but she could feel it. There was a thick buzzing in her head, like a thousand bees decided they would infest her brain. A sort of electricity played over her skin, making her tense up. She had tried reaching out with her mind and found nothing. No disturbance in her mental field of traps and safety nets. No difference in any she felt. There was absolutely nothing she could detect off balance.
Which meant it came from her own mind.
Which meant Jonathan.
The headache was back. A sharp pain that shot through her whenever she moved. It didn't help that Torrance was crying, waving her tiny fists in the air, her poor little face turning red. Will just sat there, watching her then turning his huge blue eyes to Stacey, as if curious as to why she wasn't making everything okay like she always did. Bright sunlight poured through the bay windows, assaulting the pain in her head.
"Shh, hun, everything's okay," she crooned, forcing herself away from her pocket of darkness in the kitchen and reaching for her baby girl. It hurt to move, and she was incredibly tense, but her baby needed her. "What's wrong, love, you're okay." She picked the baby up and cradled her against her chest, rocking back and forth, which sent sharp pains up her neck.
"Love, could you come here, please?" She called, a wave of dizziness washing over her. She leaned back against the fireplace, wondering why her uncle had decided to influence her now.
((Sorry for the suckyness.))
Something was wrong. Again. She didn't know what it was, but she could feel it. There was a thick buzzing in her head, like a thousand bees decided they would infest her brain. A sort of electricity played over her skin, making her tense up. She had tried reaching out with her mind and found nothing. No disturbance in her mental field of traps and safety nets. No difference in any she felt. There was absolutely nothing she could detect off balance.
Which meant it came from her own mind.
Which meant Jonathan.
The headache was back. A sharp pain that shot through her whenever she moved. It didn't help that Torrance was crying, waving her tiny fists in the air, her poor little face turning red. Will just sat there, watching her then turning his huge blue eyes to Stacey, as if curious as to why she wasn't making everything okay like she always did. Bright sunlight poured through the bay windows, assaulting the pain in her head.
"Shh, hun, everything's okay," she crooned, forcing herself away from her pocket of darkness in the kitchen and reaching for her baby girl. It hurt to move, and she was incredibly tense, but her baby needed her. "What's wrong, love, you're okay." She picked the baby up and cradled her against her chest, rocking back and forth, which sent sharp pains up her neck.
"Love, could you come here, please?" She called, a wave of dizziness washing over her. She leaned back against the fireplace, wondering why her uncle had decided to influence her now.
((Sorry for the suckyness.))