imperfect speakers | aurelia & jr
[At first, it’s no different than what she experiences a handful of times a week. A tightness in her chest, a ringing in her ears, portents of incoming messages of warning. But she’s been through it enough, this tense and unrelenting pressure, that now she surveys the space around her quite coolly. even as she focuses her breaths to try and stay calm through the noise in her mind.]
[People mutter to one another. They’ve drawn together, bowed their heads in conference. The woman who passed through moments earlier, in what Elly can only think to describe as a sexy murder strut, has caused almost palpable curiosity to spontaneously ripple through the halls.]
[Since that’s the only thing she can think of as a trigger, the only element of the last five minutes that’s been remotely out of the ordinary, she thinks that must be the cause. Somehow, that woman is bringing danger with her.]
[The thought coincides with a sharp agonizing spike, between her temples. Elly gasps, and doubles over. Her advisor’s voices come through the static then, but instead of whispering or echoing as she’d expected, they’re booming and overlapping too loud to decipher. She claps her hands over her ears, unable even to concentrate enough to realize that it won’t do anything to help. A whimper of pain emerges from her throat, but she can’t hear it. She can’t hear the whispered words that fall out after it, either.] What fresh hell is this? [The commentary is just reflexive.]
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