Post by TRISTAN KAINE DRESDEN on Apr 24, 2013 9:17:39 GMT -5
"Practice makes perfect...only by perfecting what skills you have can you go on to learn even more..."
The words echoed in Tristan's head as he sat alone in a long abandoned classroom, letting small sparks fly between his fingertips. He was more than capable with his ability, yet he never felt as though he was quite good enough. It was a downfall of his; self-belief had never been a strong point.
He was sat on a table, long legs swinging down over the edge as he played with the sparks. He'd been in here for well over an hour, and had created himself a small target on the wall opposite. Burn marks scorched the stone of the wall where he had been relentlessly throwing bolt after bolt of thunder at it. His aim wasn't off at all - he just felt like doing it.
A flask of coffee stood beside him on the table. Tristan never went anywhere without his coffee. Lack of caffeine tended to make him grumpy, and that was never good. Taking a sip, he let a spark move in and around the fingers of his left hand, leaving only a slight tingle in its wake. Even now, after years of having this ability, it still surprised him somewhat that the thunder never actually hurt him.
At least the coffee was keeping him awake. He and Parker had had another late one last night...he didn't even know if Parker had showed up today in all honesty. Tristan had dragged himself out of bed with coffee being the only thing on his mind. Once he'd had a few mugs he felt a bit more human again, but it had taken a while. Now he was just making pretty patterns on the wall of an empty classroom, mainly because he didn't have the energy to walk back to the flat.
A small spark was quickly growing to a big spark in his left hand. Putting the flask down, he flipped it up into the air as it grew and hurled it at the wall. It made an extremely satisfying crunch sound along with a slight bang as it exploded into a shower of tiny sparks when it hit the stone wall. He smiled to himself and picked up his coffee was once again. How could something so simple feel so good? Coffee and thunder play...perfect afternoon.
The words echoed in Tristan's head as he sat alone in a long abandoned classroom, letting small sparks fly between his fingertips. He was more than capable with his ability, yet he never felt as though he was quite good enough. It was a downfall of his; self-belief had never been a strong point.
He was sat on a table, long legs swinging down over the edge as he played with the sparks. He'd been in here for well over an hour, and had created himself a small target on the wall opposite. Burn marks scorched the stone of the wall where he had been relentlessly throwing bolt after bolt of thunder at it. His aim wasn't off at all - he just felt like doing it.
A flask of coffee stood beside him on the table. Tristan never went anywhere without his coffee. Lack of caffeine tended to make him grumpy, and that was never good. Taking a sip, he let a spark move in and around the fingers of his left hand, leaving only a slight tingle in its wake. Even now, after years of having this ability, it still surprised him somewhat that the thunder never actually hurt him.
At least the coffee was keeping him awake. He and Parker had had another late one last night...he didn't even know if Parker had showed up today in all honesty. Tristan had dragged himself out of bed with coffee being the only thing on his mind. Once he'd had a few mugs he felt a bit more human again, but it had taken a while. Now he was just making pretty patterns on the wall of an empty classroom, mainly because he didn't have the energy to walk back to the flat.
A small spark was quickly growing to a big spark in his left hand. Putting the flask down, he flipped it up into the air as it grew and hurled it at the wall. It made an extremely satisfying crunch sound along with a slight bang as it exploded into a shower of tiny sparks when it hit the stone wall. He smiled to himself and picked up his coffee was once again. How could something so simple feel so good? Coffee and thunder play...perfect afternoon.