he was wanderingā though the wide eyes gave away his feelings at the moment. Having a sense taken completely away⦠Jax never did well with weakness, he went to great lengths to escape feeling weak. Even when things got rough, he had a handle on things. There was no denying it usually. Now? He kept running his hands over his ears and head, desperately wishing he could HEAR the friction rather than just feel it. He didnāt realize his groan that escaped, still not accustomed to the feeling of his vocal chords working without hearing the result. He didnāt care, he could walk into the storm or some crazed person and just let whatever happen. What would he do without his hearing? Not even a muffled sound remained, it was all⦠Gone. There was nothing. After perhaps a half hour, the panic was rising. He could only handle so much in himself. Usually he could talk himself down from any sort of major break and manage his emotions with the help of his powers. Now thoughā¦. It all seemed to bubble up stubbornly. It wouldnāt stop. It kept coming and coming until it rose into his throat. Rushing into one of the empty classrooms he passed, holding his hands on either side of his head, his heavy breath turns into sobs. The tears surprise him, since itās been so long. But theyāre there. As he slides down the wall, unable to control the crushing wave of emotion that over took him, nor the level of noise he was making, the tears were certainly there. [ @ofempyreans ]
sheād gotten separated from jax somewhere at the beginning of this whole fiasco and that...- was probablyĀ for the best, once the storm had settled and the mist had crept inside. it wasnāt like her to lose her head in a crisis, but - as far as she knew, her wings were GONE. after the car accident that had killed her ( technically ; the fact she remained kicking was enough for trix to brush it offĀ ), she had awoken different. more in touch with heaven, she supposed, than sheād everĀ been before. the wings that had sprung from her back - glowing white and classically feathered, bigger than she thought they had any right to be - had been the biggest indication that trixie had of her new difference, and everything that had come afterĀ as a consequence of her newfound ANGELHOOD had been secondary to the very first part of this new identity she had. losing them - or believing them to be lost, as the case was - meant losing the most defining part of her self, and though her other gifts remained... the lack of wings made her sure that they, too, would fade over time. whatever she had done - whatever SIN she had committed for the gift she had been given to be taken away, so swiftly - trixie couldnāt say, but she had fallen onto the side ofĀ āshockā quickly, and feeling more isolated than she ever had before, it stood to reason that she wouldnāt be any help toĀ anyoneĀ - especially not jax. so why was she there? how had she foundĀ him? trixie didnāt know, exactly, how she had put one step in front of another and found her way to him - she was on autopilot, and finding her way less consciously as she was by the thoughts and feelings of those around her. someone was in distress. everyone was in distress. but she forced herself up from the corner sheād sunk into in herĀ āsafe roomā and she had started on this journey that had led, in time, to jaxĀ - tearful and broken in an empty classroom. tearful and broken because...- because something had happened, she could feel it, and though the loss of her wings had catapulted trixie into shock, they couldnāt blind her to her own empathy. overuse of what remained would mean losing what was left, even quicker. she knew it. whatever residual gifts had stuck around, stubbornly, without her wings - theyād leave her, if she wastedĀ them. but jax was crying. he was sobbing, a far cry from the confidently smirking man that he had been, and...- and if she hadnāt reached out, if she hadnāt willed a wave of calmĀ to wash over him, then didnāt that make her something cruel? something even lessĀ worthy than she had been deemed, for angeldom? she didnāt knowĀ what was wrong, but she allowed the feeling of peace move ahead of her as she crept into the room and eventually sunk to her knees, before him - one hand reaching out, almost blankly, to rest upon a tear stained cheek. all the better to help.