madmediic:

          misplaced, forgotten and  completely dangerous ; the spyrix had
            belonged to professor haus once, but like most of the man’s belongings, they’d
            been discarded after he’d passed away —— all of them but this, the device that
            sucked the very life from spirits. truthfully, if he’d known it was there, in a box
            amongst books and old notes from the professor, he would’ve gotten rid of it.

            he didn’t expect to walk into the lab and see someone standing close to what
            he now recognized as a spyrix. and the last time someone had been that close
            to one, an explosion had immediately followed after.

                               ’ get back ! get away from it ! ‘

            quick steps took him forward, just to grab hold of the boy’s arm to pull him back,
            away from the device, and just in time to prevent injury when the sparks 
            increased and the spyrix exploded.

   Emil’s  mouth  opened  in   surprise   once 
   he’d been grabbed, voice  suffocated with 
   instruction  and   he    followed,    fumbling 
   feet  tripping  over  themselves.   Summon 
   spirit’s oculars  turning  behind,   the  blast 
   creating    a      rippled     feeling    through
   shoulders,  shuddering  quietly.  It  had felt
   so … so …

   Dust  and  burnt  papers  in the air floating
   down to  the ground while his body slowly
   quivered,  legs  giving  way, emerald hues
   so wide,  it  could  have   been   taken  for
   shock.  To  those  who   did   not   have  a
   stomach  for  such  things, it would not be
   such a surprise,  yet that is not what made
   him shake.  Bones  feel  like  they became
   nonexistent.

      “W-what…” it came out near a gasp, mouth agape
        for what he did not understand. “What…was th-
        that…" 

   What did it do? Why did it hurt  him?  Why
   did   he    desire  to  become  closer  to  it 
   despite  a  boiling  feeling of anxiety which
   encompassed his stomach all the while?

   Another shudder–

      { Too close, too close, too close, too close– }

   The  mantra  refused  to   leave   his  head,
   shaking fingers going to wrap around ears.

⎡ Richard: ⎦

“Emil? You look exhausted, is everything alright?”

   “Is…is it r-really that obvious?” Emil tried to laugh, yet it came more off as a light sigh, “I…j-just a few things on my mind…it’s f-fine…”