Courfeyrac keeps Bahorel from buying another drink and from starting a fistfight over not getting to buy another drink, earning a look of appreciation from the stewardess. Distracting Bahorel with a movie proves to be a valid strategy, and he smiles as his friend gives a running commentary in half-comprehensible sentences. Hopefully Bahorel will sober up by the time they actually land.
Thinking about their destination makes the vague sense of unease that's been dogging him return with a vengeance, and he straightens in his chair, frowning out the window. They're getting close, finally. There's actually land visible outside the window, small strips of hazy green in the distance. Another hour or two and hopefully they'll be at their destination.
Except... it feels like someone's watching him, though he knows that no one is. It feels like something's *waiting* for him, eagerly, waiting for them to just get a little closer, a little nearer, the disciples pulled down with their leader, power enough to do anything, to burn everything if needed or desired. There is a roaring in his ears, a flash of blood and scales in front of his eyes--
Courfeyrac pulls away from the window with a low cry, his hand immediately reaching back for Bahorel or Combeferre's touch. He's shaking, though he doesn't sense or see anything else, not even the vague unease from before. Was that just a nightmare of some sort, brought on by too much tension, too many strange things happening too close together? Turning to Combeferre, he tries to sort his thoughts into something that won't sound half-mad. "Combeferre, have you--"
He doesn't get to finish the sentence as a wave of turbulence slams into the plane, oxygen masks drop, and alarms start going off.
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Date: 2013-04-14 08:38 pm (UTC)Thinking about their destination makes the vague sense of unease that's been dogging him return with a vengeance, and he straightens in his chair, frowning out the window. They're getting close, finally. There's actually land visible outside the window, small strips of hazy green in the distance. Another hour or two and hopefully they'll be at their destination.
Except... it feels like someone's watching him, though he knows that no one is. It feels like something's *waiting* for him, eagerly, waiting for them to just get a little closer, a little nearer, the disciples pulled down with their leader, power enough to do anything, to burn everything if needed or desired. There is a roaring in his ears, a flash of blood and scales in front of his eyes--
Courfeyrac pulls away from the window with a low cry, his hand immediately reaching back for Bahorel or Combeferre's touch. He's shaking, though he doesn't sense or see anything else, not even the vague unease from before. Was that just a nightmare of some sort, brought on by too much tension, too many strange things happening too close together? Turning to Combeferre, he tries to sort his thoughts into something that won't sound half-mad. "Combeferre, have you--"
He doesn't get to finish the sentence as a wave of turbulence slams into the plane, oxygen masks drop, and alarms start going off.