The ringing in Zelos' ears starts to fade little by little the longer he remains awake, so he waits it out, clinging silently to Sheena and feeling his own tingling limbs reconnect with his brain. The physical contact is comforting, at least, and it helps to bring him back to the present and away from the falling sensation of his own will in his own space being overruled by some powerful, unknown being. And... what was that, anyway? How?
His thoughts are interrupted. Zelos jolts a little when Lloyd touches him, only relaxing when bits and pieces of his voice make it through the murky sea of his desynchronized hearing. It's okay, it's okay. It's just Lloyd. The Aegis doesn't lift his head from where he hides it, nor does he open his eyes, but on pure instinct, one of Zelos' hands lets go of Sheena to find Lloyd's jacket instead, clinging tight and using him as another anchor to bring himself back. He breathes in, he breathes out. Feels a spark in his core. Their mana/ether signatures are so different that they pull at all of Zelos' focus to keep track of them, yet another technique to keep himself in the present.
And then something else catches his attention.
Zelos doesn't move. He stays where he is, quiet and tight-lipped, emotionally rebooting, thinking, wondering. He opens his eyes into a wide, gazeless stare and focuses all of his brainpower on the hand gripping at Lloyd's jacket. The boy's mana dances under his skin, the sensation familiar and so curious that Zelos unconsciously brings him closer, the currents flowing all the way down to where his exsphere must be. It's something powerful and barely contained that overwhelms zelos' senses, something that nearly makes him flinch in how much it now feels like the newest seared memory in his core.
HUG HEAVEN NOW!!!!!! Also this tag sucks sorry
His thoughts are interrupted. Zelos jolts a little when Lloyd touches him, only relaxing when bits and pieces of his voice make it through the murky sea of his desynchronized hearing. It's okay, it's okay. It's just Lloyd. The Aegis doesn't lift his head from where he hides it, nor does he open his eyes, but on pure instinct, one of Zelos' hands lets go of Sheena to find Lloyd's jacket instead, clinging tight and using him as another anchor to bring himself back. He breathes in, he breathes out. Feels a spark in his core. Their mana/ether signatures are so different that they pull at all of Zelos' focus to keep track of them, yet another technique to keep himself in the present.
And then something else catches his attention.
Zelos doesn't move. He stays where he is, quiet and tight-lipped, emotionally rebooting, thinking, wondering. He opens his eyes into a wide, gazeless stare and focuses all of his brainpower on the hand gripping at Lloyd's jacket. The boy's mana dances under his skin, the sensation familiar and so curious that Zelos unconsciously brings him closer, the currents flowing all the way down to where his exsphere must be. It's something powerful and barely contained that overwhelms zelos' senses, something that nearly makes him flinch in how much it now feels like the newest seared memory in his core.
What the hell?