It feels... [ she pauses for a moment, mouth pursing together as she tries to figure out a comparison. the only thing that comes to mind might be totally ridiculous, but it's something. ] Warm, I guess. I feel warm all over, like I sat in the sun too long.
[ like a lantern glowing from the inside out, caroline's power at its weakest point gives her the ability to control light, both natural and artificial. since she hasn't exactly practiced it at all, she's only involuntarily spitting out light from the sun gathered earlier today, hence the warmth.
but she takes the advice. why? his seeming wealth of knowledge for one, but also, she just doesn't have any better options. she can't stand here in the cafe all day with glowing palms, and more importantly, she needs to figure out how to cancel this out if it happens again. when.
so caroline takes a breath. and another, and then another too, all the while keeping her gaze firmly locked on the man across from her. it gives her a sense of deja vu, of being back in a bathroom after waking up turned, stefan salvatore giving her life advice on how to keep her hunger in check. only this time, there's no risk of accidentally snapping anyone's neck — caroline thinks she prefers it that way.
eventually, the light dims. not completely, but enough so that it's less of a flickering street light and more of a single tealight, just the smallest dollop of firelight in her palms. ]
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[ like a lantern glowing from the inside out, caroline's power at its weakest point gives her the ability to control light, both natural and artificial. since she hasn't exactly practiced it at all, she's only involuntarily spitting out light from the sun gathered earlier today, hence the warmth.
but she takes the advice. why? his seeming wealth of knowledge for one, but also, she just doesn't have any better options. she can't stand here in the cafe all day with glowing palms, and more importantly, she needs to figure out how to cancel this out if it happens again. when.
so caroline takes a breath. and another, and then another too, all the while keeping her gaze firmly locked on the man across from her. it gives her a sense of deja vu, of being back in a bathroom after waking up turned, stefan salvatore giving her life advice on how to keep her hunger in check. only this time, there's no risk of accidentally snapping anyone's neck — caroline thinks she prefers it that way.
eventually, the light dims. not completely, but enough so that it's less of a flickering street light and more of a single tealight, just the smallest dollop of firelight in her palms. ]
What does it feel like to you?