Miku nodded smiled apologetically. At least Sousuke sounded normal. That was important, though he'd been quiet. Miku shook her head to clear it of unnecessary thoughts and motioned for Adelheid to sit down on the bed. When he complied, Miku started her assessment. "I'm not worried about wandering alone in dark hallways. It's the monsters in them that worry me," she smiled and opened her book, jotting down notes and other things quickly, in neat print.
"If you'll just sit down, please, I'd like to get read it." Miku held her breath before trying to explain. "I'm not sure exactly how I do it, but things with... certain emotions attached to them... I can see their root." She wished she had a better explanation that that, but since she didn't, she just put her journal down and took another steadying breath. "It will probably hurt when I touch it, but I'll try to make it as quick as I possibly can." With that, Miku laid her small, cold fingers over his tattoo. She seemed to be looking past Adel's head and into the wall.
Images flew through her mind, mish-mashed together with noises and prayers, and the constant tink-tink-tink of a hammer hitting a spike. It was hard to make out, but Miku couldn't stop it or slow it down. A woman brushing her hair, an earring, a young man and woman that only wanted to see each other one last time. Women missing their eyes, children singing the punishment-lullaby, carrying stakes and hammers. Crying families, and a woman on a bloodied, ink-stained slab in the middle of a ritual room. Falling down a dark hole... pain in her hands, in her feet. The man again, leaning over her... Miku swallowed, and her breathing picked up, as she searched for the reason for snakes and holly.
Somewhere, in the back of her mind, she wondered if this was how her own ability had gone haywire. Not only that, but it hurt.
Finally, it came. Pain pinched Miku's features, but her hand on the journal never stopped writing. She let her fingers drop from his face and swayed on her feet.
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"If you'll just sit down, please, I'd like to get read it." Miku held her breath before trying to explain. "I'm not sure exactly how I do it, but things with... certain emotions attached to them... I can see their root." She wished she had a better explanation that that, but since she didn't, she just put her journal down and took another steadying breath. "It will probably hurt when I touch it, but I'll try to make it as quick as I possibly can." With that, Miku laid her small, cold fingers over his tattoo. She seemed to be looking past Adel's head and into the wall.
Images flew through her mind, mish-mashed together with noises and prayers, and the constant tink-tink-tink of a hammer hitting a spike. It was hard to make out, but Miku couldn't stop it or slow it down. A woman brushing her hair, an earring, a young man and woman that only wanted to see each other one last time. Women missing their eyes, children singing the punishment-lullaby, carrying stakes and hammers. Crying families, and a woman on a bloodied, ink-stained slab in the middle of a ritual room. Falling down a dark hole... pain in her hands, in her feet. The man again, leaning over her... Miku swallowed, and her breathing picked up, as she searched for the reason for snakes and holly.
Somewhere, in the back of her mind, she wondered if this was how her own ability had gone haywire. Not only that, but it hurt.
Finally, it came. Pain pinched Miku's features, but her hand on the journal never stopped writing. She let her fingers drop from his face and swayed on her feet.