More aura through walls

I hadn't even fully processed the thought, or the warning shout of, "No!" before I was flying. Forcefield out- I swung to strike her pre-emptively, before she could make contact.

The swing came at a downward angle. Floorboards became splinters, and I could hear Lookout shriek off to the side. I saw Amy's eyes wide, her stumbling steps back as the floor shifted subtly under her feet. Dot went from under her jacket to her shoulder, then bounded off.

Floating, I had no reason to move a hair. I'd spent so long trying to avoid thinking about her, trying to find my equilibrium, to deal. Even swallowing or breathing could be made hard. Wearing skin could be hard, when the idea of her was close.

But if I didn't move a hair, if I was a statue, all bridled fury and potential energy, I could stare her down, and hope that there was something that I could convey here.

My aura was still active. I was probably disturbing the neighbors. Just like with the swallowing, I couldn't bring myself to do more than hold it in uncomfortable, bad-for-me limbo.

"Victoria," Sveta said.

"Sorry about the floorboards," I said. I didn't look, but it was hard to miss, even in peripheral vision. "That's probably the security deposit and then some."

- Gleaming 9.8