fandomtownies | In the Park before math class (locked to Tara and Maia)

Tara slides onto the bench next to Maia and takes the tea gratefully, inhaling the fragrance. "You, Maia, are the best."

Maia smiles. "I got some muffins, they are Vegan. I found a great selection of them when I would get Sar- Ms. Sidle coffee sometimes in the morning." Maia finished lamely taking the lid off her coffee and blowing a little on it staring off into the horizon. She sat quietly for a moment or two. "How was your night?" Maia said trying to move herself past the thoughts that led to the memories that led into her becoming a shaking, crying foolish mess.

"Yum," Tara says enthusiastically, helping herself to a blueberry muffin. "It was... kind of intense, actually. I stayed talking to Shane for a while after you left." She blushes.

Maia looks inquizitivly "Really? Wow, I really can never get her to open up to me. I think I was a bit forward when I met her actually and we just um, have never gotten over that bump. She's really nice though." Maia raises an eyebrow "Was there sparks?"

Tara smiles shyly, but shakes her head. "She has a girlfriend. So I'm look-y, but not touch-y. But she didn't open up to me, actually... it was kind of more the other way around." She laughs wryly. "I really think I need to find myself a good counsellor."

Maia laughs "Yeah she has that effect." Maia smiles and then Maia stoped. "I-I didn't know you liked girls." Something about that statement pleased Maia. "I mean I saw you check her out but, I mean she's Shane, everyone checks her out." Maia laughs. "Naw, you don't need a counsellor, you have friends." Maia smiles at her it fades slowly as her eyes drift to where she knows the scar is on Tara's chest. "Did it hurt?"

"Um." Tara replied. "Should I have mentioned it? That I'm gay? 'Cos that was kind of the other reason why my family disapproved of my 'lifestyle'."

She rubs the scar on her chest, but waits to hear Maia's answer on the lesbian question before moving on.

"Oh no, no I'm sorry. I-sorry. I mean I knew Sar- Ms. Sidle was when I met her the first day but I was not sure about you." Maia bites her lip. "I'm sorry, its none of my business." Maia watches her rubbing her scar. "That" Maia nods towards the scar "Is also none of my business unless you want to tell me." Maia said very seriously as she took a sip of her coffee. "Its just I knew, that first day when I didn't see you burn you tongue that you were dead so to speak. And um, I was just curious."

"It's okay. Did it hurt?" She shakes her head. "I didn't even feel it. I saw the blood, but I didn't know where it had come from. What else did you want to know?"

Maia blushed three shades of red. Sitting silent for a moment not sure if Tara meant that as rude or not. "I- sorry I am being to forward. You tell me what you want to." Maia decided that was the safest answer because she was not sure how Tara meant the statement.

Tara pulled Maia to her and stroked her hair. "I'm sorry, sweetie. I didn't mean to snap. I just... I've got a lot of issues all tied up in this right now."

She paused, collecting her thoughts. "I told you it was a gunshot, right? Well, it was an accident. It wasn't aimed at me - like I said last night, it's never about me. And the blood... the blood spattered all over my girl. Across her shirt, her neck. That's the sort of stain that never washes out. I died looking at the woman I love, and maybe there's no better way to go than that. But she had to watch me die, and I don't think there's anything worse than that." Tara's whole being was tinged with a deep sadness, but her voice was perfectly calm.

Tara paused again. "Is this too much?"

Maia stayed in Tara's arms she shook her head no. "that is a good way to die." Maia shivers against her. "I saw Sara's body on night in my sleep. Spent the rest of the night throwing up. No, there is nothing worse then seeing that I agree." Maia says softly. "Its not too much Tara. Things I see, its not too much at all. Does she know? Your girlfriend? That your ok?" Maia's fingers played against Tara's hair as she stayed against her in her arms. Tara felt safe, everything was hazy around Tara, images didnt invade her so much when Tara was around. maybe its the magic Maia closed her eyes for a moment.

Tara hummed in pleasure at the feeling of fingers in her hair. "No, she doesn't know. It was... it was really bad for her. She went a little crazy, and I... did you know that the soul stays on the mortal plane for three days after death?"

Maia snuggles deeper into Tara. "No" she whispered. "Did you see everything then, what your friends were doing and stuff?" Maia speaks as though ready to retreat if any of it caused pain to Tara.

"Everything," Tara whispered, tightening her grip on Maia. "It was... bad." Bitterly, she adds, "I don't think it could possibly have been worse. That's the bit that hurts. Not the bullet, but what it caused, and what I lost." Tara's voice is thick, and it sounds like she is fighting not to cry.

Maia squeezed her and continued to stroke wind Tara's hair into her fingers. She spoke very cautiously "What was behind it? What did you lose." Maia hugged her tightly after she said this. "Its ok to cry Tara, I wont let you get lost in it. I'll pull you back." Maia whispered looking up then and into Tara's eyes.

"Everything," Tara whispered again. "I lost my trust, I lost my faith, I lost my compass... I lost my girl to the dark, and I don't know if she's coming back." Tara let the tears fall, silently. "She said she's not coming back. He killed us both with that bullet. And I watched her die, and I couldn't hold her."

Maia's breathing is shallow now watching Tara. "I-if I could see her" Maia squeezes her eyes shut and then shakes her head "If I could see her I could tell you." Maia frowns and her eyes shine with tears. "I'm sorry Tara. I-I didn't mean to make you cry." Maia puts her forehead to Tara's and then kisses Tara's forehead, reversing their position so that Maia was hugging Tara close now. She didn't say anymore, she just let Tara cry.

Tara dropped her head onto Maia's lap, half-lying on the park bench in the warm sunshine and sobbing her heart out. There are broken words audible here and there - "couldn't hold her", "his skin" and "my fault" amongst them.

Maia kept her hand rubbing along Tara's back and hair in a steady movement. Up and down her back, brushing back her hair then back to her back going up and down. She listened and watched Tara but said nothing. Maia's own tears were falling softly but she didnt stop to wipe them away. For the first time in two days she was crying for someone other then herself.

After a while Tara's sobs quietened into shaky breathing. She didn't lift her head from Maia's lap, but said quietly, "I'm sorry. I guess I needed that."

Maia nodded still rubbing her back and hair. She is staring off into space, watching the distance. "Yeah you did" She says looking down now at Tara. "Don't apologize sweetie. Don't ever apologize for something like that." Maia continues to rub her back. Maia does not question the broken words Tara uttered, it seemed to cruel to question them at the moment. She let Tara lay there, happy that she could comfort her even in the tiniest way. Maia reached her other hand down now and held Tara's, she rubbed her thumb across the top of Tara's hand as she laced her fingers into Tara's.

Instinctively, Tara pulled her hand away from that laced grip, the memories of another park bench and another hand triggering a brief sensation of panic and another sob. She shifted the grip, clasping Maia's hand in a more comfortable way. "We're supposed to be working on your shields."

Maia jumped at Tara pulling her hand away but she changed it smoothly with Tara's change. "Sorry" she whispered not sure what she was sorry for with the hand thing. "Yeah" Maia continues to stroke Tara "Yeah we are." Maia worries about the sob when she had laced her fingers with Tara. maybe she has a hurt hand Maia tries to think which hand she had held the previous night, it had been the other hand. Damn she must have a hurt hand, maybe the bullet hurt her hand to somehow. Maia bites her lip, she didn't want to hurt Tara in anyway, even just by holding her hand wrong.

Tara breathes out heavily, and lifts her head. She smiles a watery sort of smile. "Alright. I've been selfish long enough."

Maia's hand trails from Tara's back and down her arm as Tara sits up. Maia smiles. "Your not selfish at all." Maia brings the hand that had been stroking Tara comfortably back to her side after giving Tara's arm a little squeeze.

"But you've got class soon, don't you? So let's try to get a little done before then."

She moves off the bench and onto the grass, gesturing for Maia to join her.

Maia smiles. "Its ok, I have enough credits to not show up for a months worth of assignments and still get A's. If I'm a little late its ok."

Maia comes over onto the grass beside Tara with an expectant look.

"The first step is to help you get aware of the energies we're working with. This is a simple chakra meditation - you might have done one like it in yoga. The only difference is, for you we're not going to open up your astral chakra, okay? And I'll talk you through it."

Maia nods. "Do you want me to um stand a certain way?" Maia is a bit nervous.

"I want you in contact with the earth, that's why we're on the grass. Other than that, just be comfortable. Sit, lie down, whatever's most relaxing." She grins. "If you fall asleep I'll poke you, though."

Maia laughs as she sits on the grass, with her legs flat on the ground and knees turned so they were in front of her and her legs behind her. She puts her palms on the grass beside her knees and looks at Tara. "Ok" her position looks anything but comfortable but it makes Maia happy.

"Okay," Tara says, and her voice drops into a soothing lilt. "I want you to close your eyes, and visualise that the earth beneath you is an ocean of white light, lapping against your legs, your hands, your feet. Gently, gently lapping. I want you to imagine that white light travelling up your legs. It's warm, and it's relaxing. Don't force it, just let it get a little higher with each wave."

maia fixes the image in her head. she closes her eyes, focusing on relaxing her mind into the water of light. after a few minutes she is not aware of anything around her, her body sinks onto the grass.

"That's good, Maia. Let it wash up you." Tara watched Maia's aura closely, alert to any changes that would indicate success or failure. "Now, I want you to image a red jewel, set into your pelvis. Let the light keep flowing into you until it reaches that jewel, and then you're just going to let the light flow out of that jewel in your pelvis, a stream of red light flowing out of you."

Maia tries but dark edges start creeping onto the edges of the water. She feels hands all over her, pulling her upwards towards a different light. The light disappears and its black, hands are holding her down, the hands are all over her, touching her head, it hurts Maia tries to scream but the hands cover her mouth, she struggles against them, she cant see them, she cant scream. They push her down harder slamming her against something cold and steel. The hand that was covering her mouth leaves and Maia screams.

Maia jerks her eyes open and she is laying on the grass, Tara is next to her, she is panting for breath "Wh-What was that?" Maia manages to get out before she starts to get sick.

((OOC: I could'nt make it easy for her.))

Tara holds back her hair, stroking her forehead until the heaving stops. "Oh, honey, I'm sorry. I didn't think..." She rubs Maia's back with her other hand. "From your aura... sweetie, that looked like a psychic attack. I didn't cast a circle, I didn't think I needed to for just meditation."

((OOC: Of course not. Where would be the fun in that?))

Maia shakes all over feeling feverish. She is crying. "Th-they did it." She starts coughing trying to fight being sick again. "They know." Maia trembles "They won't let me, they won't let me protect myself. They held me down, I saw. I saw what they did to me." Maia shakes her head sitting back. "I saw it before but I-I never felt it until now." Maia still feel feverish. "I felt it" Her eyes looked fearfully up at Tara.

Tara pulls Maia into her arms, half onto her lap, and tucks the girl's head under her chin, crooning and rocking her gently. "Oh, honey. Oh honey, I didn't know. We won't let it happen again."

Maia let Tara rock her but she felt feverish and could not stop shaking. "I-I never felt it before." Maia whispers, tears in her eyes. "My head, they pushed my head, felt like they were splitting my skull in two." Maia closes her eyes, her head is throbbing. "I don't feel so good." She laid further into Tara, closing her eyes, little pinpricks of white light dancing on her eyelids.

Stroking Maia's hair and holding the girl close, Tara calmly cast a circle, chanting under her breath and using her free hand to trace and direct the energies until they formed a protective sphere around the two of them. It wouldn't stop a physical being for a second, but it would serve as a fair barrier against psychic or mystical attack. That done, she laid a cool hand on Maia's forehead, concerned about the fever.

Maia feels Tara's hand on her head, her eyes are still closed. "My head hurts" She whispered snuggling closer into Tara to get warm. "I'm cold." Maia closes her hands together and puts them between her and Tara to warm them up. Maia's hands feel like she has soaked them in ice water.

Tara cupped Maia's hands in both of hers, and blew warm air onto the icy fingers, continuing to croon softly. Maia's aura was weak - it was no wonder she felt cold and feverish. It looked almost like someone had siphoned her energy away.

((Not intending to godmode. Just because it looks like this doesn't mean it is!))

Maia stayed very still in Tara's arms. Her hands felt a little warmer but the pain in her head felt worse.

((OOC: Not GODMOD at all, I dont consider positioning or making observations to be GODMODing. no different then when Maia changed the position to hold Tara earlier. Your fine *smiles* I always tell people as long as you don't kill her, your good.))

Gently, Tara teased a thread of her own aura out, and extended it to Maia, hoping that the drained girl would instinctively accept the energy. There was an unpleasant flickering that worried her profoundly, but she clamped down on those feelings, making sure that the energy she offered Maia was clean and untainted.

((I have *got* to go to bed. I'm sorry! Finish up later?))

Maia felt Tara's hands moving around and then some more warmth entered her body. She kept herself close to Tara's body, only moving to adjust herself for warmth. "thank you" she whispered, her eyes still closed.

((OOC: Indeed yes go to bed. we will finish tomorrow. Tara can come up to Maia's room or something. Sweet dreams I adore playing with you))

In the Park before math class (locked to Tara and Maia)

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