[Frustration, worry, powerlessness, apprehension, uncertainty, fear. The emotions hung together, ever-shifting into each other and inseparable, a horribly churning miasma in her mind. Fang did her best to tamp down on it, to tell herself that it was all fine, that this changed nothing; it worked for a time, limiting the impulses to little flashes and fleeting bubbles.]
[But it didn't stop it from festering quickly, rising from her worry-stricken heart to the back of her throat like bile, and it was all Fang could do to keep it in check until she got back to the apartment. The woman rarely shied from expressing herself, but something about it all left her feeling raw, as if her skin all burned off, choked her vision down a single point and rendered her unable to hear anything but the pounding of her own heart. Fang couldn't cope with the uncertainty, didn't know how, and the door clicking shut behind her brought a kind of... safety with it. Fang set the line of fish she'd caught in the sink absentmindedly, numbly, as if her body was carrying on without her.]
[All of this, every lingering doubt Fang thought she had dealt with or carefully balanced rushing back at her with a vengeance... just because Lightning wasn't as she should be—wasn't where she should be. Because Lightning was here.]
[Her glass-like fragility broke. Fang spun on her heel with a frustrated yell, kicking one of the chairs around the small table. It bounced off the wall with a crack, miraculously unshattered, though a few joints had broken.]
Oct 1st, after new arrivals
[But it didn't stop it from festering quickly, rising from her worry-stricken heart to the back of her throat like bile, and it was all Fang could do to keep it in check until she got back to the apartment. The woman rarely shied from expressing herself, but something about it all left her feeling raw, as if her skin all burned off, choked her vision down a single point and rendered her unable to hear anything but the pounding of her own heart. Fang couldn't cope with the uncertainty, didn't know how, and the door clicking shut behind her brought a kind of... safety with it. Fang set the line of fish she'd caught in the sink absentmindedly, numbly, as if her body was carrying on without her.]
[All of this, every lingering doubt Fang thought she had dealt with or carefully balanced rushing back at her with a vengeance... just because Lightning wasn't as she should be—wasn't where she should be. Because Lightning was here.]
[Her glass-like fragility broke. Fang spun on her heel with a frustrated yell, kicking one of the chairs around the small table. It bounced off the wall with a crack, miraculously unshattered, though a few joints had broken.]