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[poisonedarrows]

Roy stalked into his apartment with Dessa in tow, slamming the door shut and practically throwing his arrows and jacket down.

There's rage practically emanating from him, but there's also fear and some panic. He clutched the back of a chair until his knuckles were white. He didn't say anything, just growl and gnawed at his lip until it bled.

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[pretty_feather]

Dessa is dealing with rage and some measure of fear of her own, but is having a hard time differentiating between her own emotions and Roy's. Her shields are up at full power, and there's still a large amount of energy swirling around her legs and reaching up for her hands.

She's never dealt with Roy when he was angry like this, and doesn't know if he would accept a hug or a back-rub or if he would just explode at her for it. She's been known to blow up at people when she was upset, after all. At the moment, though, she knows she can't handle it if someone were to blow up at her. She'd either feel like someone had knocked her in the gut with a sledgehammer and feel absolutely crushed and hurt, or she'd lose control of the energy and it would go everywhere- also an unacceptable reaction. If that were to happen, she could very well kill him.

Kill. There's one main thought pounding in her head. I wanted to kill him. I wanted to kill him. What the fuck is wrong with me? I wanted to kill him!

[poisonedarrows]

"How did he get there?" He snarled finally. "How did he find me?" He shoved the chair over and cursed loudly.

[pretty_feather]

She jumps, a bit startled when he knocks over the chair. The energy pulses around her.

"I don't know, baby," she replies after a moment, suddenly focused on him. Her voice is soft, but the energy is still swirling almost violently.

[poisonedarrows]

He cursed again and sat down heavily on the couch. He lent over, resting his arms on his knees and his head in his arms. "I can't do this," he whispered. "Why did he have to find me?"

[pretty_feather]

She doesn't have an answer for him, and she wants so badly to help him somehow. She can't stand to see him like this. She wants to go over to him, but with this fucking energy, she doesn't want to risk that it will lash out at him.

She leans against the wall and closes her eyes. She's got to be able to get this calmed down so she can see to Roy somehow.

"You can do this," she says fiercely from across the room.

[poisonedarrows]

"No!" he burst out. "I can't. I broke away once, I don't know if I can do it again." He punched the seat cushion next to him. "You don't know what it was like. I can't..." he trailed off.

[pretty_feather]

"Yes, you can!" she says. "And you're right, I don't know what it was like. But I can damn well guess."

The strain of his emotion battering at her shields while she's trying to control her draw is getting to be too much for her. Godamnit godamnit godamnit.... "Hold that thought. I need to go get rid of this," she says in a somewhat strained voice. "How do I get to the roof?"

[poisonedarrows]

He noticed her draw and winced slightly. "There's the elevator," he said. "Down the hall. Want me to come?"

[pretty_feather]

She nods, looking like she's really feeling some strain. Not a whole lot, but enough to make it noticable. "If you like, but you can stay here if you want. Just, ah, duck back inside if I tell you to? Promise?"

[poisonedarrows]

He shook his head. "I need to work some shit out with the punching back," he said. "Be careful."

[pretty_feather]

She nods. "I'll try." She gives a wan sort of smile and heads for the elevator

[poisonedarrows]

He heard the explosion and frowned. He ran to the door and stuck his head out. He wasn't the only one--his neighbours were poking their heads out and complaining loudly. They shut up and quickly went back inside when Roy glared at them. He headed to the elevator and pressed 'up', frowning.

[pretty_feather]

After she sees the destruction she's caused, again, her face gets this funny look on it. Staring at the ruin that was once the shed, she imagines what that power would have done to that in the Nexus who had been harassing her and Roy.

What worries her is the quiet, calm voice inside that says that blasting him to bits would be no bad thing.

Starting to shake slightly, she walks to a wall and slides down, face still. She is still staring at the jumbled mess, like she doesn't quite know what to make if it.

I did that.

[poisonedarrows]

He stepped onto the roof and blinked at the sight of Dessa at the wall, staring at a pile of junk.

"What happened?" he asked, going to her.

[pretty_feather]

"Did you know that up until about two minutes ago, there was a storage shed sitting right there?" she asks, gesturing to the pile. She still has a weird expression on her face, but it's slowly relaxing back to normal.

[poisonedarrows]

"I did," he said, squatting next to her. "You did that? With that power of yours?" He put his hand on her arm. "How long was that building?"