otrazhenie | Station 72 >> Mental Link

[ He waited for Lakshmi, crouching like a predator in the back of his mind, to come to him. Went to Shinji when he needed someone to lean on during the long and dusty march. He goes now to the third new member of his mind - the one for whom he still has no name despite the time they've had.

She will see him coming, a figure in dark robes carrying a long and pale wooden staff. It drags along the ground in front of him as he approaches, kicking up dirt and knocking small pebbles aside. Gildor does not know what Elena is like - her smell, her voice - he can't yet pick out what makes her footsteps distinct from the rest of them. So for the first time, he relies solely on his symbiote to guide him to wherever she may be. ]

Hello.

[ When he finds her, he doesn't stand on ceremony. Just draws his cane in and holds a hand out. ]

Gildor Helyanwe.

[ If anything, his end of the mental connection is warmer and more welcoming than the greeting. Dark, with a melody he had looping to he sound of his own walk still playing, but still - he is open to her. ]

[ and out of nowhere. Flat, bored, in tone, comes this goddamn tool. ]

( I apologize for seeking your death and to ride the hive of your presence and from this brood. )

[ In the grand scheme of things, Shinji would go as far as daring to think he's been a good mental neighbour: no unscheduled freak-outs, no unseemly meltdowns over weirdly-shaped kitchenware, no vague existential crisis at the state of alien stationery (or lack thereof).

So he'd like it put on the record as his first (and hopefully last) infraction when he gently... nudges... Elena's peripheral awareness with the vast imposition of his awkwardness, a few strategic hours after. A certain. Incident. That the brood has been made privy to. ]

( Ahhhh... hello. Thanks for... not invading me. Or stabbing yourself. Either of these things. Both of them. But... if you could also stop being — inappropriate. You'd be the best. You already are the best. But you'd be even better. Somehow. In any case — please stop. Thank you. )

[ And the awkwardest of five seconds later, when basic social skills dawn: ]

( Sorry. This is Shinji. How do you do. )

There is nothing, nothing Lakshmi loathes quite so much as being in someone's debt. Even if for a slight thing. Especially not to a vampire.

And she remembers too well, in that perfectly clear state of emptiness, what Elena had asked - she had come out of concern for the woman who would kill her in a heartbeat. Would still, and there will never be a mistake of that. But she had come and she had asked, and that - deserved something. Even if it was just a simple exchange back, a worked something in her jaw that ticks tense and loose.

She lets her own mind be an announcement enough when she goes to find Elena, that humming connection between brood that could not be ignored. Says nothing, as she holds the plate of food in front of her. The food she has cooked herself. It is neatly arranged, vegetables cut to form flowers, stacked in rows by color to compliment and taste. Meticulously presented with every bit of meaning. She does not do this for nothing and no one or ever halfway. A carved ceremony in the plate of food that is beyond perhaps even the biting commentary she might want to give - does your kind even need this? That she for once, doesn't let out. Instead, she pauses, balances the plate to pull back her veil to expose herself as herself. Letting it drape from crown where the gold tikka sits at her brow, the red painted dot of the bindi worn so long it might just be her own skin. Herself and nothing else.

With that as word or explanation, she comes closer to Elena, her hands openly occupied to her mind, a mind of a battled thing, presents no threat. She sets the plate down nearest clear space to Elena. "For the grief," and steps back.

Clear that she has done what she came to do, she makes to leave. It's not like there is love lost between them, after all, for a need to exchange pleasantries.

Edited 2017-10-25 12:15 (UTC)

[is there anything really more exciting than getting a mental notification akin to a text message, getting invited to go to a sauna? for someone who hasn't had the pleasure of reacquainting himself with long, warm baths in ten years and suffered through freezing cold showers every other odd day between hunts, prompto feels godsdamned electrified.]

( Oh. I wanna go. )

[would be what he thinks and connects to immediately with elena. prompto feels a special connection with her--like she understands. found family, real family--it's all one and the same. he's the glue to his brothers, the heart, the baby of the bunch, and it oozes out of him as his brood is bound to have noticed; he's noticed the same about elena, how she loves relentlessly, and in her he's found a kindred spirit, in which he can rest because she gets it.]

( Where you at, girrrl? Don't tell me you're gonna miss out on quality bondin' time. ) [yet he feels it, some friction between some in the brood. just like in a family, though.] ( Or do we wanna go find somethin' to eat? )

Edited 2017-11-06 02:48 (UTC)

[ It's not long after they'd boarded the airship and are settling in to their temporary quarters when Sam reaches out to Elena. She's one of the handful of people that Sam has a near constant awareness of, their connection always humming somewhere in the back of his mind, so it's easy to pull it more into focus.

He brushes over her mind like a playful breeze, the sensation of feathers and beaks tugging at her hair.

Less how are you doing, although that's part of it, and more come hang out with me? ]

[ In the midst of all this shit, some idiot choking on blood, panic and grief rising to blinding levels, Seth becomes aware of exactly how involved Elena is. And she might be fine to do her thing, except— ]

( What the fuck are you doing out there? )

[ The logic of this situation doesn't register first. What comes through is that they're one down and Elena's out at a crime scene rather than hanging back somewhere safe. Seth's concern is like a whipcrack, breaking between them before he can stop himself. ]

[It's been a day or so since it all blew up. He meant to do this... earlier. But he'd been trying to sort out his own head. Trying to figure out what happened and who was alive and well, versus out of their minds. Untangle a lot of threads.]

[But this is Important. Elena is Important.]

[Still, he doesn't barge in to her head. It's more of a quiet knock. Gently, hesitantly. Completely unlike the literal roar he'd called out for her with, earlier.]

(Hey. Can I talk to you?)

[ Sam listens to the option presented to them by those that've been on this mission the longest, listens to everyone's questions and responses, and then reaches out to those closest to him.

He knows what he wants to do, but he also knows that being back on the Station with Damon and Elena planetside would be... difficult, to say the least. Sam cares about Elena, a whole hell of a fucking lot, and he can't actually picture his life without her anymore.

But he also knows her, knows that where they both tend to look after everyone else more than themselves - she takes it to the extreme. That even if she wants to go back, to take some time to adjust to the symbiote and being a vampire and give her and Damon a chance to love each other away from this mission like they deserve - she won't.

Not as long as she might be needed here.

So he reaches out, mind curling around hers. ]

( You don't have to stay. )

Edited 2018-02-24 03:28 (UTC)

[Caroline's mind reaches out to Elena not long after their all presented with a big decision. She sensed something in her mind clicking into place just beforehand, several somethings actually, and it has her feeling more hopeful for the first time since she arrived.

She's still a little unsettled by it, but it's hard not to want to feel better.

Caroline wants to go back. She doesn't want to stay here where they might get left for dead. She wants to be wherever these other people are that made her start to feel whole for the first time in awhile.]

( So...what do you think? )

❰ Are you going to make me convince you we should go back to the station?

there's... a little bit of mirth in damon's tone. just a little. there is also the overwhelming feeling that he is d o n e with hyrypia, and he very much wants to go back to the station... but no matter what, he will stay with her. no matter what she chooses, where she goes, he goes. ❱

COMPASSION never lose it	GRIEF
BLOOD	KATHERINE i look like her

MISSION: HYRYPIA | DAY: 011

also to Damon as well;

why were you making out with damon 159 minutes 31 seconds ago, elena, why

large cat spits up dead thing at a people ( post hunting, pre funeral )

d22, before sauna

day 21

day 37.

backdated to the Keya Fallout

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