#Our Spirits Shall Awaken|An Empowered Justified AU

[brooklynislandgirl]

Does the amount of power you can wield ever scare you?

Something I said? || Accepting The night air is filled with sound; distant cars passing on dirt roads, cicadas and crickets vying on who can be the louder symphony, the breeze through the trees. Though summer’s grasp is tenacious, the nights are starting to lengthen and the trees are showing the first blushes of autumn. Rather than sitting out on the porch steps as they are wont to do on their few evenings together, they are enjoying the space Raylan poured blood and sweat into, the little patio area out back finally finished. She’s watched him stack the kindling and the logs in the fire pit while she set out his beer and a glass of wine for herself. Another departure from routine, by now they’ve usually broken out the bourbon. She hides her grin in her hair when he doesn’t bother to use matches or a lighter, but instead holds his hands out and shuts his eyes. The spark isn’t so huge as to draw untoward attention. She’s absolutely amazed at his control even if he’s ~as he insists~ rusty. Even now the elements are not her strongest suit, and she’s more inclined toward water. All of this aside, the thing she can’t keep away from him is the glitter in her eyes as he sits down next to her and stretches his long legs out in front of him. It has nothing to do with the flicker of the flames’ light and everything to do with that sweetness he’s stoked inside of her. Maybe that’s why his question takes her aback a little. Makes her blink and a soft sort of half-smile curves one side of her lips. She offers him the most eloquent “Uh…” It’s nothing she’s ever considered before, honestly. She’s always known she was different though how she wasn’t aware until her teen years. She first noticed now and again when looking at someone she could tell little things about a person; how old they were exactly, what state of health they were in, what gender they were assigned at birth, their blood type…a brief dossier of scars and injuries they might have suffered in the past. Soon it became more and more common as she felt herself be comfortable with the insights. Bit by bit she’d learned that she had a gift. One that went hand in hand with the knowledge that she was a born healer, and that her mana was such that she could manipulate life in any way she might conceive of. Interacting with spirits of nature and other things was not half so hard to come to terms with; her culture espoused that everything in creation had a spirit and was interconnected, one universal family. She often spoke to them before she could hear them replying. “Not a’ first. It wasn’ until I learn dat people would scorn ones like us, fear us or disbelieve in a person’s mana. It wasn’t until I came to da mainland I realised dey were like dat. An’ den my braddah warnin’ me no one would understand, dat I should nevah let my power be seen…An’ dat’s probably why I no tell you for so long. Why I understood when you were afraid dat night you felt it risin’ in you until you couldn’t help but bleed off dat energy. “I know…for all da good I can do, so too I can destroy but dat’s not somet’ing I evah consider. It’s not how I believe I should be.” She pauses, brows knitting. “Are…are you afraid of me, Raylan?”