The static in his ears keeps growing and growing, a stabbing pain tearig through his temples as he watches the cluster, as it titillates and shines its painful light into his eyes. It eventually comes to a point where Zelos can no longer stand it--he closes his eyes and brings his hands to his head, gripping at his hair as the pounding headache grows and grows.
Zelos doesn't see it so much as he feels it, the way his control over the dreamspace is seized from his hands as an external force finally pierces through his unconscious and asserts its own will instead, the mental image of a city of glass surrounded by warm stars searing itself into the Aegis' brain as he doubles over. Zelos chokes on air, grits his teeth. He brings his knees close and hides his face against his legs, groaning, pulling at his hair, trying to find a way to make it stop as the landscape twists and changes against his will, the Aegis hating the way it feels against his core, intrusive and painful and commandeering.
His ether lines brighten considerably with the strain of keeping the dreamspace afloat while some other entity makes use of it for whatever it is that they want. But there's something that he can pinpoint in his misery, a sensation in the air, in his veins, a signature clashing against his and Sheena's, something familiar in a way it should not be. The ether signature of this entity--it feels... way too powerful, too much like a raging sea barely concentrated, even if weaker than what he's already felt before this. It feels important. So in his agony, at least the Aegis manages to hold onto that sensation and store it away for later use, trying desperately to remember it for when--or if--this all ends.
And end eventually it does.
The static left behind as the entity disconnects is overwhelming, but not nearly as much as the sensation of whatever it was that entered his subconscious finally exiting is, a sudden emptiness where there once was a devastating everything. And then Zelos feels like he's falling into endless nothing, falling, falling, falling until suddenly he's rising, the scream that had been stuck in his throat ripped out of him in a gasp as he sits up where he'd been sleeping, gaze unfocused as his hands reach where his frantic pinging through the emotional link tells him his driver is.
Sheena please comfort your blade
Zelos doesn't see it so much as he feels it, the way his control over the dreamspace is seized from his hands as an external force finally pierces through his unconscious and asserts its own will instead, the mental image of a city of glass surrounded by warm stars searing itself into the Aegis' brain as he doubles over. Zelos chokes on air, grits his teeth. He brings his knees close and hides his face against his legs, groaning, pulling at his hair, trying to find a way to make it stop as the landscape twists and changes against his will, the Aegis hating the way it feels against his core, intrusive and painful and commandeering.
His ether lines brighten considerably with the strain of keeping the dreamspace afloat while some other entity makes use of it for whatever it is that they want. But there's something that he can pinpoint in his misery, a sensation in the air, in his veins, a signature clashing against his and Sheena's, something familiar in a way it should not be. The ether signature of this entity--it feels... way too powerful, too much like a raging sea barely concentrated, even if weaker than what he's already felt before this. It feels important. So in his agony, at least the Aegis manages to hold onto that sensation and store it away for later use, trying desperately to remember it for when--or if--this all ends.
And end eventually it does.
The static left behind as the entity disconnects is overwhelming, but not nearly as much as the sensation of whatever it was that entered his subconscious finally exiting is, a sudden emptiness where there once was a devastating everything. And then Zelos feels like he's falling into endless nothing, falling, falling, falling until suddenly he's rising, the scream that had been stuck in his throat ripped out of him in a gasp as he sits up where he'd been sleeping, gaze unfocused as his hands reach where his frantic pinging through the emotional link tells him his driver is.