OUT OF FUCKS TO GIVE, ALSO OUT OF SPIKED NOG

Date: 2011-12-28 07:22 am (UTC)
lindorie: (9th doctor cards)
From: [personal profile] lindorie
"Focus. Calm your mind," Snape orders in his soft monotone.

It's difficult, almost two difficult. The Guardian Forces squirm about unfortably in his head, whispering about Draws and intrusion. But it's not impossible. Irvine pushes his Guardians aside and takes a deep breath, finding his center, imagining himself behind the scope, ready to take that shot.

"Good. Now maintain that calm."

Blind, searing pain. His skull throbs wildly. His Guardians, Diablos at the forefront, raise their hackles, clinging to the Junctioned parts of his mind. Intrusion! Intrusion! they shriek.

Irvine has never had the (mis)fortune to be Drawn from before. Never experience that break, the searching, the taking. He's always been on the taking end. So that's why they're doing this, because he should know how to resist, should be on guard if he's to be using his Guardians all the time.

He grinds his teeth, fighting to maintain his sharpshooter's calm. Memories threaten to slip through the cracks; it's almost like there is an outside magnetic force straining to release them, to attract them away from the anchor of Irvine's mind.

Flashes of the orphanage.

A girl in yellow, smiling and twirling about, almost like sunshine.

The ranch of his foster parents, the animals, the land that surrounded it.

Garden.

The clock tower, his mission kit. Scope and wind gauge at the ready. The bell nearby, the pounding of blood in his ears as he feels through the panic and takes that fateful shot. The target on the float, Matron--

Diablos, the strongest of his Guardians, roars, and the memories stop.

The tables have turned; now Irvine is the magnetic force, drawing magic and memories. It's sudden, too sudden, and just this side of accidental.

He sees a woman with flaming red hair and emerald green eyes, exuding kindness and understanding. She's so close, yet so far away.

Feels hatred for a man with untidy dark hair and glasses.

And then he sees himself through Snape's eyes -- briefings, those quiet moments, bits and pieces of their assignment together, and a distinct feeling of fondness, even the stirrings of--

"That is enough."

Snape stands before him, lips curled into something between a grudging smile and a sneer. "Impressive, Agent Kinneas. And all together not what I expected."

Re: OUT OF FUCKS TO GIVE, ALSO OUT OF SPIKED NOG

Date: 2011-12-28 05:14 pm (UTC)
lindorie: (snape irvine duel)
From: [personal profile] lindorie
THANK WINE.

AND SNAPE.

THIS ALL WAS JUST WAITING TO HAPPEN, REALLY

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