( Donny's magic lies in the elements, in fire and earth, in water on good days, and he has never managed to make the air answer though some part of him knows that it's meant to, the same way his lungs know to draw breath.
As much as Donny is inclined to being easily startled, he is focused on his work. Sometimes it feels like magic is when he is closest to being able to be Atlas. As if it were tied to him, steadying, but Atlas had been false and torn down. Even Atlas was useless. At least there was something that his magic could do, still.
Tempest's voice draws his attention, a sidelong glance in her direction as he works another bed frame together out of scrap metal. It's a bigger one - after Kang mentioned some patients being bigger, not human, that everything here is meant for humans, he tried to start making provisions. )
absolutely!
As much as Donny is inclined to being easily startled, he is focused on his work. Sometimes it feels like magic is when he is closest to being able to be Atlas. As if it were tied to him, steadying, but Atlas had been false and torn down. Even Atlas was useless. At least there was something that his magic could do, still.
Tempest's voice draws his attention, a sidelong glance in her direction as he works another bed frame together out of scrap metal. It's a bigger one - after Kang mentioned some patients being bigger, not human, that everything here is meant for humans, he tried to start making provisions. )
Uh, yup.
( Awkward, still. Shy. ) H-hi.