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She was leaning her cheek into his palm before she even realized what she was doing. Despite the warm night air that flowed freely into the cabin, she felt cool and the touch of his heated palms against her skin was welcome. She felt a rush of some emotion surge through her along with the usual charge she felt when they came in contact. She also felt her throat tighten and her eyes sting as if tears were coming. But she had not left. She'd sobbed out all her tears in fury, grief and self-recrimination on the bus ride down. She couldn't have any left, certainly none that would threaten to spill at the slightest hint of care and concern. She was beyond that, even if it had never been something Shawn had bothered with, or her grandmother for that matter. Gentle, concerned touch was more capable of undoing her than a slug from her boyfriend. How pathetic. She felt like she should bristle and snap at him for the presumption but never quite got there.
The vision that washed over her was softer, weaker. She wasn't certain if it was because the spirit was losing it's ties or if it was because the man it was listening to was weaker of personality than the first. Certainly the other thwo had made the air all but crackle, so had Mars for that matter, but this one…
It was as if the thought of his name directed the speakers and she heard his name come from the lips of the woman. Estelle perked up, ready for anything that would help her complete her contract. It wasn't anything big, but it painted a picture she felt was needed to be conveyed.
"He's not really part of it." She said softly to him, her eyes unfocused and looking past Mars. "He knows about it, some of it, but not all. He's speaking to a woman, she's telling him to come to you. He won't."
Estelle paused, her brow furrowing as she tried to discern the disturbance in the house that had prickled at the spirit. A ripple in the energy that wasn't from a known source. So distant, her line of sight restricted to what the spirit saw, she was at a loss to identify what she was seeing.
She forced her vision back from across the veil and across the swamp and to the man sitting so damn close to her. She felt her fingers twitch, wanting to lift them to comb through the beard on his chin.
"I don't know how much longer it will send things back." She said. "I don't know how much more these two can say on the matter. They don't seem to know much more. But a visit, some pressure with this one, Jules, might get you something. He's all but shaking."
She hadn't moved back, she hadn't pulled her cheek from his hand and for once, her grandmother remained silent.
The vision that washed over her was softer, weaker. She wasn't certain if it was because the spirit was losing it's ties or if it was because the man it was listening to was weaker of personality than the first. Certainly the other thwo had made the air all but crackle, so had Mars for that matter, but this one…
It was as if the thought of his name directed the speakers and she heard his name come from the lips of the woman. Estelle perked up, ready for anything that would help her complete her contract. It wasn't anything big, but it painted a picture she felt was needed to be conveyed.
"He's not really part of it." She said softly to him, her eyes unfocused and looking past Mars. "He knows about it, some of it, but not all. He's speaking to a woman, she's telling him to come to you. He won't."
Estelle paused, her brow furrowing as she tried to discern the disturbance in the house that had prickled at the spirit. A ripple in the energy that wasn't from a known source. So distant, her line of sight restricted to what the spirit saw, she was at a loss to identify what she was seeing.
She forced her vision back from across the veil and across the swamp and to the man sitting so damn close to her. She felt her fingers twitch, wanting to lift them to comb through the beard on his chin.
"I don't know how much longer it will send things back." She said. "I don't know how much more these two can say on the matter. They don't seem to know much more. But a visit, some pressure with this one, Jules, might get you something. He's all but shaking."
She hadn't moved back, she hadn't pulled her cheek from his hand and for once, her grandmother remained silent.