Magical Truthsaying Bastard Shadesong (shadesong) wrote,
Magical Truthsaying Bastard Shadesong
shadesong

Crossing the Border

It's a tangible pressure on flesh and mind... one Tessa always loved. Warmth and welcome. Like a change in air-pressure when one passes through. The world outside Shayara always felt so muted; this felt like a transition from black-and-white to color, Oz-like, but encompassing all the senses. Beside her Adam gave his accustomed happy sigh. The boys relaxed in their seats.

And Julia convulsed, screaming.

Tessa unbuckled, mentally cursing herself for not having thought to be back there with the girl in the first place. "Julia, it's okay, honey, I'm coming - can you hear me?" No response but the ragged cry. "Adam, slow down! Get to the Library. Back way, do you know how? Good." She thrust her phone at Napalm on the way back. "Speed-dial 3. Get Donna or John. Tell them we have a Delilah emergency. Tell only them we're going to the back door."

"Tessa-"

She laid a hand on the boy's shoulder. Simplified. "Napalm. Get Donna. Okay?"

"Okay."

She got to the back seat, where Julia was full-fetal and throwing out a near-physical manifestation of her panic. Hell, had to get rid of that if only so Napalm could make the call. She spared another pat on the shoulder for poor little Lyric, who Julia had thrown across the backseat in her first spasm. Okay, little sister. "Julia."

"No..."

"Julia." And she touched her sister's shoulder.

And the world broke. Shattered. Oh, gods, this hurt - too many pieces, too many lives, all trying to jam themselves together, all trying to make sense of this. Hysterical. Drowning. Tessa, losing herself in them. Oh, gods, Julia, help me... Julia, where are you?
Tags: shayara, shayara.julia, shayara.tessa
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