by Miriam Bell » Mon Feb 08, 2016 10:30 pm
Miriam looks almost a little scared when she realizes what Sam is doing. It's quick to disappear, as most vulnerable expressions of hers tend to do but it was hard to miss.
"Jesus, Sam, you don't... you don't have to do this..." she starts but she can't help and reach out to Sam's mind with her own, too large the temptation, the chance to make a connection. She can feel Sam's mind wash over hers, sweeping her up and away from the empty void that separates people into the prisons of their minds. She's no stranger to it, but it's one thing to pay a visit, wrapped in dividing barriers wandering among paths that stretch between the mind. She knows how to forge new paths, how to affect the things just beyond the road. But now she's tumbling, away from the twisting roads and into the endless forest. It's all around her, full of countless thoughts and worries and joys and dreams and fears and faults and values. Too much to consciously take in. Too much to try and bear.
And inside herself she can feel the yearning to answer the impossible forest stretching beneath and above and around her, to turn the ephemeral dagger on herself and pierce through the barriers of her own mind. To let the shadowed columns and twisted, ivy-clad walls spread out among the ancient woods and let her own doubts and hopes and sorrows mingle with the denizens of the forest.
But as she falls and floats and glides through Sam's mind she grows scared. The shadows aren't just full of promises. They're deep and dark and might just swallow her whole. The arms of her avatar instinctively wrap herself tighter in her robes as the shadows around her grow stark and menacing, possibilities turning into uncertainties, chances turning into downfalls and the pain of letting herself go becomes too much for her to bear, too small, too scared, too alone to venture forth even when invited. She shies away and fights back against Sam's mind.
"S-stop... I just... I... I can't..." she quietly whimpers.