[ The chill of Jill's magic cuts through the aether that flows outward from him, through the flames, but it doesn't feel like throwing ice water on him to wake him up, biting and shocking and sudden. Rather, it feels more like a cold wind blowing in through an open window at night, gentle, but still frigid as it creeps under warm blankets.
And it's enough. Though he still doesn't wake, it's enough for him to feel it, some small part of his mind prickling with awareness at the sensation. His consciousness starting to teeter and he starts to feel the draw of aether from within himself too, as it fills him, spreads through him in a blaze. The Phoenix's trills echoing in his head as it's brought closer to the surface.
The familiar feeling, that shouldn't be happening, that has no reason to be, turns his fear to panic. Though much like when a cold breeze would try to wake him in the night, he doesn't wake to close the window. Instead, he tries to curl up tighter on himself, trying to trap the warmth and turn away from the cold.
The nightmare changes with his panic, his mind twisting and pulling at Clive's image again when the fires surrounding him suddenly roar and shoot up in a column of fire. Consuming his brother. Joshua's heart drops, another pulse of aether. Another quiet sob.
A growl reverberates through the air, through what feels like his very body as if it were real, low, deep and guttural. And through the fires Joshua can see as two yellow eyes staring back at him, haunting, filled with an uncontrolled anger. His breathing quickens, every sense of alarm and fear rising until he's pushing past the veil of consciousness that has him trapped. ]
No!! [ His voice comes out desperate and panicked, eyes snap open, normally light blue now burning with blue eikonic power, and he abruptly throws himself into a sitting position, yelling out for something that was never there. He pushes his way past Jill's hand. He doesn't see her, his mind still coming out of the clutches of the nightmare.
And in an instant the aether is gone, his priming stopped, like a flame abruptly blown out.
He tries to breathe but it has him instantly reeling. His body in shock. Already at the point of exhaustion and weariness, combined with his current condition, unable to handle the drastic change of aether like that anymore. He grasps at his chest, his heart pounding from the adrenalin of his dream still and in an almost violent shock of pain erupting from the shard, through his chest, he gasps, straining to suck any air in and a painful coughing fit rips its way out of his throat. He manages to bring a hand up to cover his mouth in time as blood comes up with it. ]
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And it's enough. Though he still doesn't wake, it's enough for him to feel it, some small part of his mind prickling with awareness at the sensation. His consciousness starting to teeter and he starts to feel the draw of aether from within himself too, as it fills him, spreads through him in a blaze. The Phoenix's trills echoing in his head as it's brought closer to the surface.
The familiar feeling, that shouldn't be happening, that has no reason to be, turns his fear to panic. Though much like when a cold breeze would try to wake him in the night, he doesn't wake to close the window. Instead, he tries to curl up tighter on himself, trying to trap the warmth and turn away from the cold.
The nightmare changes with his panic, his mind twisting and pulling at Clive's image again when the fires surrounding him suddenly roar and shoot up in a column of fire. Consuming his brother. Joshua's heart drops, another pulse of aether. Another quiet sob.
A growl reverberates through the air, through what feels like his very body as if it were real, low, deep and guttural. And through the fires Joshua can see as two yellow eyes staring back at him, haunting, filled with an uncontrolled anger. His breathing quickens, every sense of alarm and fear rising until he's pushing past the veil of consciousness that has him trapped. ]
No!! [ His voice comes out desperate and panicked, eyes snap open, normally light blue now burning with blue eikonic power, and he abruptly throws himself into a sitting position, yelling out for something that was never there. He pushes his way past Jill's hand. He doesn't see her, his mind still coming out of the clutches of the nightmare.
And in an instant the aether is gone, his priming stopped, like a flame abruptly blown out.
He tries to breathe but it has him instantly reeling. His body in shock. Already at the point of exhaustion and weariness, combined with his current condition, unable to handle the drastic change of aether like that anymore. He grasps at his chest, his heart pounding from the adrenalin of his dream still and in an almost violent shock of pain erupting from the shard, through his chest, he gasps, straining to suck any air in and a painful coughing fit rips its way out of his throat. He manages to bring a hand up to cover his mouth in time as blood comes up with it. ]