Date: 2014-07-11 11:18 am (UTC)
Twin impulses warred in Erik's chest; a laugh tickling the back of his throat, and a quick flash of warning that sparked in his eyes, even as the laugh spilled out. "I wish you wouldn't do that," he said, helpless against the mirth bubbling out of him. "It's terribly rude." But there was no weight to the words at all, and he sprawled back against the bench, one arm flung out along the back, his head tipped back as the laugh tapered off and he was left catching his breath, still grinning.

Jordan's smug little smile was unchanged, too, and Erik found it difficult to look away. Her having a mutation— he could scarcely believe it. It was a marvel, the only inequality between them erased by a simple trip through a door. Then a sudden thought struck him— the memory of waking up to the soft hiss of medical machines, the Proserpina's infirmary laid out like a barrow with every powered person stricken by some unknown illness— and his eyebrows drew together.

"Do you think it's permanent?" Whatever magic or science made this place work, they couldn't trust it, and as much as he'd like to think Jordan's powers were here to stay, he'd be a fool to assume that was true just because he wished it would be.
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