[ ... wow, it's been ages since she's gotten a headpat. after being stunned motionless by it, she colors slightly but ultimately listens to yato's sound advice.
grasping emotions and channeling them into her hand, he says. there needs to be a feeling she needs to focus on. easier said than done. how does she channel anything? is it as simple as imagining those nonphysical emotions in her palm. ugh. okay, something that inspires light. ever the good student, hiyori nods her head. ] Yeah. I think I get it. I'll give it another shot. [ she exhales sharply, preparing herself.
so what could inspire that light? one thing DOES come to mind, but she's... unbearably embarrassed to think about it. it's... fine!! it's not like people can read her thoughts. haha, right? haha?? NAHIDA, DON'T LOOK.
when hiyori imagines light it is the ethereal glow of a god waiting for her with open arms. back when everyone was turning their back on her (or so she thought). when she was to blame for the tragedy of the hospital being attacked by ayakashi (or so she thought). she had been more ayakashi herself, then, but that comfort was everything to her. it brought her back.
it's that light, that comfort, she focuses on now. the ball of illuminance continues to grow brighter and brighter and hiyori's eyelids, which had closed in concentration, turn red from the intensity of that light. she peeks one eye open and gasps. it brightens the entire room. this-- this must be how yukine felt the first time he drew HIS line!! ] I'm doing it... [ wait, can she draw a line too?!
no, concentrate.
piles are clothes are EVERYWHERE and there's a SCUFFLING sound. little squeaks soon to follow. ]
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grasping emotions and channeling them into her hand, he says. there needs to be a feeling she needs to focus on. easier said than done. how does she channel anything? is it as simple as imagining those nonphysical emotions in her palm. ugh. okay, something that inspires light. ever the good student, hiyori nods her head. ] Yeah. I think I get it. I'll give it another shot. [ she exhales sharply, preparing herself.
so what could inspire that light? one thing DOES come to mind, but she's... unbearably embarrassed to think about it. it's... fine!! it's not like people can read her thoughts. haha, right? haha?? NAHIDA, DON'T LOOK.
when hiyori imagines light it is the ethereal glow of a god waiting for her with open arms. back when everyone was turning their back on her (or so she thought). when she was to blame for the tragedy of the hospital being attacked by ayakashi (or so she thought). she had been more ayakashi herself, then, but that comfort was everything to her. it brought her back.
it's that light, that comfort, she focuses on now. the ball of illuminance continues to grow brighter and brighter and hiyori's eyelids, which had closed in concentration, turn red from the intensity of that light. she peeks one eye open and gasps. it brightens the entire room. this-- this must be how yukine felt the first time he drew HIS line!! ] I'm doing it... [ wait, can she draw a line too?!
no, concentrate.
piles are clothes are EVERYWHERE and there's a SCUFFLING sound. little squeaks soon to follow. ]
Did you hear that?