You make it all go away (past RP for codenamepyro)

[demon_screaming]

All Esme remembered of the music festival was the pain. All that disjointed sound, swirling around her and she couldn't grab ahold of anything to pick it apart. Separate the sound so it stopped hurting. She'd stopped walking barely three feet past the entrance of the fair, feet firmly planted in the ground and she refused to move for a moment, just

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[codenamepyro]

St John stared at her for a minute, working out if she was okay or not. "Hey." She'd never actually passed out like that before. Scary wasn't the word for it. Even if he did look more than a little strange carrying her back to the hotel.

Stretching slightly St John rolled onto his side, pillowing his head on his arm and watching her.

"Care to share?" She'd know what he meant, because there was only one thing he'd be asking about.

[demon_screaming]

"Umm..." She knew it was unwise to stall, especially when she'd just scared the crap out of him. She shifted slightly, burying her face in her pillow with a sigh. Turning to face him again, she chewed on her nail as she spoke. This was generally a sign that she was leaving something out.

"The sound was too much."

There...that, she hoped, would end the conversation and maybe they could go get ice cream or something.

[codenamepyro]

The sound was too much? Okay, sometimes she had her 'borrowed' CD player on loud enough for him to hear it across the street! There was no way that was just it.

"And the rest of that explanation would be..." She'd stopped. She'd just stopped and stared and it had been like she couldn't see him, or she could but she could see something else.

It was weird, and worrying. He only had the basic understanding of what she did -his was simple, click, snap, fwoosh. Her's was far more complicated. "Why not just cover your ears and leave? You froze. What's going on?"

[demon_screaming]

But the sound from her cd player was something predictable. She sighed, pulling her pillow over her head. She didn't want to talk about this but John did as was evident when she had no more pillow and it was in his hand.

"The rest of that explanation, you probably won't believe." But she'd tell him anyway.

"I see the sounds around me. In color."