Her answer startled him somewhat…but at the same time it didn’t surprise him any. He could imagine she was quite the commodity in Sunberth. Konti were rare outside the isle. And to own one…well that had to give you a certain status among filth. But even if you had status you were still filth. You were still the immoral puss that oozed out of the wound of the world. A wound that needed to be cleansed clean of the puss before it could heal completely. He had a certain empathy for her, an understanding of the suffering she had endured, because he had seen that ‘torture’ performed many times on the women of the camp where he was kept. They kept the women for pleasure and the men for the medical experiments they performed…mostly. “I understand.” He said hardly a
But her behavior puzzled him. She reached out for his hand…she was the first person to ever want his touch like that. Usually he had to initiate something. However L’kya wanted his hand…but why? She then spoke and expressed something that seemed odd to him. This wasn’t the first time he had heard someone say this. He noticed he had calmed down people in the clinic with a touch of his hands. Crying children were soothed and women who were worried were brought gently down…But how….that was a good question that he hadn’t yet found an answer to.
“You aren’t the first person to experience this L’yka. But as to how I do this I have no idea. I have attributed it to the fact that my presence is just simply calming.” His hands in hers the longer they stayed the deeper the calm became.
The voices…everything around her melted away and she only saw him…heard him. His voice, she didn’t even feel his emotions anymore. She….felt her emotions her thoughts…She was alone with herself. It was likely enthralling, was this what everyone else felt like all the time? Serrif gripped her hand gently with his and had a slight smile on his face as she experienced his gift. Although he didn’t even know he had a gift yet. And it would likely be some time before he found this out for sure. But for now he thought he just had some….power that he couldn’t explain it.
“That is the only explanation I can come up with.”
But her behavior puzzled him. She reached out for his hand…she was the first person to ever want his touch like that. Usually he had to initiate something. However L’kya wanted his hand…but why? She then spoke and expressed something that seemed odd to him. This wasn’t the first time he had heard someone say this. He noticed he had calmed down people in the clinic with a touch of his hands. Crying children were soothed and women who were worried were brought gently down…But how….that was a good question that he hadn’t yet found an answer to.
“You aren’t the first person to experience this L’yka. But as to how I do this I have no idea. I have attributed it to the fact that my presence is just simply calming.” His hands in hers the longer they stayed the deeper the calm became.
The voices…everything around her melted away and she only saw him…heard him. His voice, she didn’t even feel his emotions anymore. She….felt her emotions her thoughts…She was alone with herself. It was likely enthralling, was this what everyone else felt like all the time? Serrif gripped her hand gently with his and had a slight smile on his face as she experienced his gift. Although he didn’t even know he had a gift yet. And it would likely be some time before he found this out for sure. But for now he thought he just had some….power that he couldn’t explain it.
“That is the only explanation I can come up with.”
