Ami ate quietly, happy simply to be enjoying the tropical sun and to be in the company of her friends, old and new alike. She temporarily tensed and nearly shut down when the conversation turned briefly to what had happened on the beach – Ami was sorry for the loss of life, even Harry's, but she couldn't allow herself to dwell on it. Not yet, not right now. Maybe it was selfish and she'd feel guilty for it later, but right now she wanted to focus on the good and the bright – she needed to.
She relaxed when the conversation turned to less important and trivial things, such as food and chocolate being better than sex. Considering that her sex life bordered on the tantric – or had before DHARMA grabbed her – Ami wasn't sure that she agreed with that assessment. But she didn't argue with it.
There was confusion when she felt Tara's emotions spiraling out of control, particularly considering the other woman was supposed to be asleep. But when Tara gave a soft whimper, there was no denying the woman was awake – or having a bad dream. Ami moved to wake her gently when the cascade of despair and distress rolled over her. Inhaling sharply, Ami felt tears rise to her eyes as she choked off a sob.
(Not my sorrow, not my pain,) Ami recognized dimly. Still, she fumbled at her shielding and struggled a bit to separate her own emotions from Tara's strongly projected ones. Ami moved towards Tara without thinking, reaching the young woman's side before the sobs truly started in earnest and remembering at the last moment to throw up a shield between herself and Scott.
(Not necessary,) Ami remembered, feeling the restriction of the link she shared with her husband. (It likely wouldn't have reached him anyway.)
"Tara? Tara what's wrong?" Ami reached for the witch, hoping to send a pulse of concern and calm through her touch. Instead the simple act of touching Tara's arm pulled Ami back down towards Tara's wellspring of despair. Another fumbling few moments and Ami managed to put up her shields, buffering against some of the stronger waves of emotion.
But not before she heard Tara's thought of If this is the damage at this level...my magical core must truly be gone...
"Oh, Tara," Ami whispered softly, taking the witch's hand. (What has this sodding place done to you?)
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[Ami] Is No One Safe?
Date: 2006-10-15 05:45 pm (UTC)She relaxed when the conversation turned to less important and trivial things, such as food and chocolate being better than sex. Considering that her sex life bordered on the tantric – or had before DHARMA grabbed her – Ami wasn't sure that she agreed with that assessment. But she didn't argue with it.
There was confusion when she felt Tara's emotions spiraling out of control, particularly considering the other woman was supposed to be asleep. But when Tara gave a soft whimper, there was no denying the woman was awake – or having a bad dream. Ami moved to wake her gently when the cascade of despair and distress rolled over her. Inhaling sharply, Ami felt tears rise to her eyes as she choked off a sob.
(Not my sorrow, not my pain,) Ami recognized dimly. Still, she fumbled at her shielding and struggled a bit to separate her own emotions from Tara's strongly projected ones. Ami moved towards Tara without thinking, reaching the young woman's side before the sobs truly started in earnest and remembering at the last moment to throw up a shield between herself and Scott.
(Not necessary,) Ami remembered, feeling the restriction of the link she shared with her husband. (It likely wouldn't have reached him anyway.)
"Tara? Tara what's wrong?" Ami reached for the witch, hoping to send a pulse of concern and calm through her touch. Instead the simple act of touching Tara's arm pulled Ami back down towards Tara's wellspring of despair. Another fumbling few moments and Ami managed to put up her shields, buffering against some of the stronger waves of emotion.
But not before she heard Tara's thought of If this is the damage at this level...my magical core must truly be gone...
"Oh, Tara," Ami whispered softly, taking the witch's hand. (What has this sodding place done to you?)