Breathe.
Breathe in. Breathe out.
Ozone.
The sting of static in my eyes. Ears.
My heart racing.
Claws twitching.
Anger still boiling.
I can't let it win.
Not again.
Never again.
Breathe.
Breathe in. Breathe out.
The crackling of the lightning slowly becoming audible through the rushing noise in my ears.
Blink.
Still a sea of endless white, surrounding souls only flickering sprites.
Blink again.
Feel my hands.
Remember the failsafe.
Lift left hand to my chest.
Feel out the smooth metal contact plate.
Touch it.
Hold.
Slowly, the thrumming static drains through the wires into the coil.
Trading one energy for another.
The lightning arcs slowly ebb.
Replaced with an increasing humming and the rising heat of the coil.
The coil takes it all.
Vision.
I can see again.
Hearing.
I can hear my concerned friends, arguing whether to stay away until it is safe, or step in.
Stay away. Wait.
I still can't speak.
Feeling.
I feel my clammy hand on the smooth steel contact plate.
Heat. The coil is brimming with it, the red hot glow of it becoming visible.
Breathe.
Breathe in. Breathe out.
I can hear my breath again.
I can feel my breath again.
I can feel myself again.
Don't let the anger win.
Let it go.
The coil hums, filled with a transformation of my anger.
It will slowly cool over the next few hours.
Venting the traces of my emotions and uncontrolled magic into thin air.
The coil keeps me safe.
It keeps us all safe.
It has to.
Follow-up piece to this, featuring some additional lore...
Again, done by Mabi of course!
This was actually the originally intended vision, the other one was an alternate sketch by Mabi that honestly became cooler than my main idea. But thanks to Mabi generously accepting my offer to fork over some extra cash for them to just fully draw out both versions, we now got these c:
Breathe in. Breathe out.
Ozone.
The sting of static in my eyes. Ears.
My heart racing.
Claws twitching.
Anger still boiling.
I can't let it win.
Not again.
Never again.
Breathe.
Breathe in. Breathe out.
The crackling of the lightning slowly becoming audible through the rushing noise in my ears.
Blink.
Still a sea of endless white, surrounding souls only flickering sprites.
Blink again.
Feel my hands.
Remember the failsafe.
Lift left hand to my chest.
Feel out the smooth metal contact plate.
Touch it.
Hold.
Slowly, the thrumming static drains through the wires into the coil.
Trading one energy for another.
The lightning arcs slowly ebb.
Replaced with an increasing humming and the rising heat of the coil.
The coil takes it all.
Vision.
I can see again.
Hearing.
I can hear my concerned friends, arguing whether to stay away until it is safe, or step in.
Stay away. Wait.
I still can't speak.
Feeling.
I feel my clammy hand on the smooth steel contact plate.
Heat. The coil is brimming with it, the red hot glow of it becoming visible.
Breathe.
Breathe in. Breathe out.
I can hear my breath again.
I can feel my breath again.
I can feel myself again.
Don't let the anger win.
Let it go.
The coil hums, filled with a transformation of my anger.
It will slowly cool over the next few hours.
Venting the traces of my emotions and uncontrolled magic into thin air.
The coil keeps me safe.
It keeps us all safe.
It has to.
Follow-up piece to this, featuring some additional lore...
Again, done by Mabi of course!
This was actually the originally intended vision, the other one was an alternate sketch by Mabi that honestly became cooler than my main idea. But thanks to Mabi generously accepting my offer to fork over some extra cash for them to just fully draw out both versions, we now got these c:
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