it's an intense resurrection. alina expels energy she doesn't have to bring paul back safely, and she loses parts of herself during — her hair goes gray like a raccoon, her skin dull, as if the sunshine inside her had to be divided to seize paul, to drag him back from the living. the whole action wasn't terribly traumatizing for him, because he always knew alina would bring him back. but it was horrifying for one brilliant, power fulled second. paul, full of light and alina's life, back from the dead, and alina — addicted. wanting more.
he had to stop her, physically. the moment spun out, both of them needing to care for each other. now it's some time post resurrection, alina letting him reunite with his sister alone although he really can't stomach being away from her — but he does it because she accidentally commands, and he listens, with an impulse that borders on compulsion. down the steps and to alia's cell door, paul arrives somewhat bedraggled, hair mussed and clothes askew, the tips of his fingers up to his third knuckles looking dipped in white paint, faintly glowing in the low lighting of the dungeon. )
Jessica. ( he calls out. his fingers slip through the bars, stretching. ) Come to me, now.
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it's an intense resurrection. alina expels energy she doesn't have to bring paul back safely, and she loses parts of herself during — her hair goes gray like a raccoon, her skin dull, as if the sunshine inside her had to be divided to seize paul, to drag him back from the living. the whole action wasn't terribly traumatizing for him, because he always knew alina would bring him back. but it was horrifying for one brilliant, power fulled second. paul, full of light and alina's life, back from the dead, and alina — addicted. wanting more.
he had to stop her, physically. the moment spun out, both of them needing to care for each other. now it's some time post resurrection, alina letting him reunite with his sister alone although he really can't stomach being away from her — but he does it because she accidentally commands, and he listens, with an impulse that borders on compulsion. down the steps and to alia's cell door, paul arrives somewhat bedraggled, hair mussed and clothes askew, the tips of his fingers up to his third knuckles looking dipped in white paint, faintly glowing in the low lighting of the dungeon. )
Jessica. ( he calls out. his fingers slip through the bars, stretching. ) Come to me, now.