Her hands lowered from the spell she had been working to cast, spell unfinished. Her eyes widened a fraction. Fingers beginning to tremble first before they tremors moved to other parts of her body. Mouth feeling as dry as the desert. Memories of blood and pain flashed through her mind, forcing her to squeeze her eyes shut yet it didn’t make it stop. Making her forget the job she was supposed to be here to do.

“Hey, Delvanguard! Where are those shields?”

Her breath caught in her throat as she forced herself to try an swallow the rising panic. Shaking hands raised again. Faint sparkles of aether drifting in the air as she pulled on the magic for the spell. Temporary arcane shields covering her front line allies as they fought against the band of Imperials traveling through the area. Forcing her turbulent emotions into a state of numbness for as long as possible.

Once the fighting was done. Once they were back into the safety of the city. Destiney slipped on the white half-mask she always carried with her. She told the leader where to send her share of the reward in a short clipped tone before parting ways. A empty side street with no one around. Her body sliding down the wall to sit against the ground. Her head in her hands as she breathes heavily to try an fight for a feeling of calm. To use the silence of being alone to fight against her own inner demons.

(For Dest the problem always seems to be changing. The biggest is trying to find a way past the fear an panic at fighting other people, especially if those people are Garlean related. Standing against people reminds her of the thing she did after leaving Ishgard. She can function to a degree but not well. It usually takes someone calling out to her to snap her focus back to the moment at hand. An then she just sort of forces herself to function until she can escape at the nearest possible moment. However she isn’t set into getting past it either right now. There’s no real motivating reason giving her a drive to fight it. I figure one way or another she will find the will to fight to get over it eventually. Not for the purposes of killing again but at least being able to stand an fight for those she cares about.)

(Thanks! @essahe)

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