but everything's just fine

[magetrouble.livejournal.com]

[[This is a continuation of this thread, open to magic bus people and probably anyone who happens to be walking by.]]

Kala watched Mister Barlow's hat bob a bit as he carried her.  The bus wasn't that far away now, not really.  She could almost feel it pulling at her.  In it was a warm, safe bed, a bathroom that was very nice and had pipes, but she was worried.  Not for herself, but for Mister Barlow, because it was made up of magic and it would be so bright.  She'd been stupid.  Stupid for not controlling herself.  Stupid for letting herself slip up, for not forcing herself to spar.  It hadn't been real fighting anyway.  The ship probably would have stopped them.  And they hadn't been fighting dead on, it was just a stupid surge.  One she'd managed to stop.

Now, here she was, limp as anything and being carried by Mister Barlow all the way home when he was still hurting because she'd gone and--  And tried to just about fry him.  It wasn't exactly successful, but at least she managed to heal him a little.  Kala blinked and a few tears slipped down her cheeks.  It wasn't his fault.  Not even a little.  But.

She'd...helped. 

That was worth something.

Comments

[billy-blin.livejournal.com]

"Hmph, ye don't want to fight, and yet, we're still talking about it." Blin shook his head a bit. "We're both to blame, and that's that. Next time we train, we'll just have to be more careful."

Finally, they were at the damn bus, spastic energy display that it was. This was going to slow them down; he'd only been here once, and the raw amount of energy pouring off the thing made watching his step next to impossible.

||A Few Hours Later||

[magetrouble.livejournal.com]

Kala was still mostly asleep, though with the return of movement, she'd managed to curl up against Mister Barlow and fling an arm across his waist as she buried her cheek against his chest. The room itself, to her was dark and she shifted slightly, unconsciously careful of his arm as her long white hair curled across his shoulder and pooled at his side.

She was better.

Much better.

All that was left was the throbbing headache and vague tingling. A few more minutes of sleep, perhaps. Just a few.