Like the fear she latched onto the first time she triggered the glimmer. It makes sense: maybe the key is assigning different emotions to different abilities.
Because while she was afraid in that skyscraper, it wasn't the gut-wrenching fear of glimmer. It was steel; it was determination; it was the nerves of one bullet left in her gun and a fast-approaching target.
So. You can do this. You have to do this.
Do it.
Olivia spreads her fingers, the emotion heavy and rock-solid against her stomach. Another breeze whispers across the ground.
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Date: 2014-10-06 02:35 am (UTC)Because while she was afraid in that skyscraper, it wasn't the gut-wrenching fear of glimmer. It was steel; it was determination; it was the nerves of one bullet left in her gun and a fast-approaching target.
So. You can do this. You have to do this.
Do it.
Olivia spreads her fingers, the emotion heavy and rock-solid against her stomach. Another breeze whispers across the ground.
And this time, it starts to grow.