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There was a whiplash to Johnathon’s reactions. Master Krystopher.. I am sorry...’ ‘— Host me?! You speak as if it is a bloody courtesy Krystopher! We both know—’ Silence. The boy breathed, controlling the anger. The series of contradictions was striking, but Krystopher’s gaze remained averted from J...

Battle Precognition, Danger Sense, Jedi reflexes. Anyone could call it what they wanted; the Force had seen fit to concentrate a disproportionate natural gift into both souls in the room. Childhood was rarely gentle to any of them, but the quiet brown-haired man across from the youth had been raise...

Sharp breaths. Heart rate causing sensation of sound and equilibrium to intensify. Glossy bead of red like a violent representation of a dewdrop. There would be no walk; not today. Understanding of that much dropped unpleasantly into the pit of Krystopher’s stomach before he finished offering the su...

[NOTE: I was lucky to write Rain with him way back when, but Krystopher's character does not belong to me. Johnathon's writer and I were struck by the concept of this particular meeting and how intricately it fits into the story arcs the 'Seer' characters were on at this point in the timeline. All ...

(Eyes burn from crying. The man sweeps his braid behind his shoulder and takes another drink. His throat was tight and raw from the sobbing already; now it burns from the liquid too.) She swallowed uncomfortably and rubbed her temples. (The boy grew strong, and ran with the cats and the swords whil...

Rain saw and felt it. She was sitting on the wet floor barely a few inches from the crying Johnathon, the cooling emotion of whose blood was still lingering on her skin. She was who she was… And there was no way that she couldn't have. Still… not everything seen should be directly spoken of. The eld...

This was… hard. Rain sighed faintly while she realized that pausing to let Johnathon say anything had been a poor idea. Her thoughts could feel so fragile and wispy… Even her deep convictions were sometimes a thin voice in a blaring haze… ((("—hunting a shark... it will—" "—eek an audience with you—...

Rain had already set her jaw at Johnathon's touch, before he'd ever raised a hand toward her. Two precognitives even thinking about outthinking one another could be like standing in front of a mirror and peering into the reflection of the same mirror being reflected in the one behind you — a thousan...

(In the refresher, in the apartment, thousands upon thousands of warm-hot water droplets rained down from the shower head. Each drop had its own infinitesimal spark of history. Every droplet followed its path according to nature.) Through the corridors, beyond the apartment, a pale, raven-haired Ra...