this is not how you do the thing | Vaas

Quasar grit his teeth and focused on the tree an inch from his nose. Electricity was his power. He should be able to control it without Vaas, without hand-holding hor coddling or harsh—BRAIN GLITCH—a mentor would slow him down.

The apprentice’s emotions overflowed within him like a river crammed into a cup. The guilt over Dovah’s accident ate him alive, like a belly full of maggots. Then there was the shame, a sticky yellow-green mood, from the time he almost ate a sentient child. To top the string of recent mistakes off, the resurfacing memories—BRAIN GLITCH—surged red hot anger in his veins.

To say his temperamental electricity magic frustrated him touched only his surface level emotions. The boy’s self-loathing ran deeper. THe crackling in his ears trickled up from the bubbling geysers of guilt and shame, sourced by a boiling lack of rage. All this emotional energy swelled and swelled.

The zaps criss-crossed between his yellow ears, faster and louder, and he focused so absolutely on the grey bark until nothing. The zaps cut to silence. The sparks stopped flying. The crackling in his chest died, leaving a hollow emptiness. Defeated, the sparkledoggo slumped and stared down between his green paws.

He needed Vaas’s help, didn’t he?

[sub][W]isker[/sub]