Having been in a sour mood for the past week or so, the last thing that Sage wanted was for Alva to strut up into her life yet again and annoy her until the point of feeling murderous. Her magic crackled within her, mixing with her anger. He had brought up her childhood, a touchy topic to say the least, and now there was a threat on his tongue, spilling off of it and into the air. The blonde was furious, her fingers twitching as she stared at Alva. “I said leave me alone!” she exclaimed, her eyes narrowing into slits as her arm thrust out. She wasn’t sure why she did it, but it was almost as if her magic had a life of its own, a mind of its own, and it was controlling her. And Alva too—as he was now lifted into the air, hanging there.
It happened too fast for Alva to see coming. It's been a little while since he's been face-to-face with a telekinetic and if asked what it felt like to be lifted up, he'd compare it to hovering. The air was crackling with electricity. He was lifted off the soft ground, long legs dangling.

















