Anya couldn't help crying out. Her hand groped for Tony's, finding it, gripping tight as the sensation burst through her body. She almost couldn't describe it; a feeling of being taken apart at the deepest, most personal level, and blasted God alone knew where to be reassembled via some kind of kitchen appliance. As the portal disgorged them into the evening gloom of Rhy'Din's Marketplace, she staggered, dropping down onto her bruised and abraded knees with a groan. Her hand released Tony's, pressing into the bag that had dropped with her as she fought to keep the contents of her stomach from taking a quick trip to the outside world. "Bozhe moi," she muttered shakily. "That was horrible."
Though this was his first trip through the portal, Tony seemed to handle it a little better than Anya. Mataya had made the arrangements and had warned him what to expect, but he wasn't sure anyone could possibly prepare themselves for the portal, until they experienced it themselves for the first time. He coughed as his stomach rolled like a ship on a stormy sea, but thankfully, the contents of his stomach remained intact. He instinctively reached out for Anya, offering her a hand and sliding an arm around her waist to pull her to her feet with a dancer's grace, as though it were all part of some strange ballet. "Are you all right?" he asked, looking her over, even as his own stomach rebelled and his face turned a shade too pale.
She coughed, leaning into him as he pulled her back up again. "I think I am going to be sick," she admitted reluctantly, not particularly wanting to share that side of her first portal experience with him but slightly concerned that she might not have a choice in the matter. She looked back over his shoulder to the alley they had just walked from, expecting at any moment the shadowy figure who had been following them to burst through. He'd be a prime target to throw up on, certainly.
"You could throw up right here and now," a familiar, and very welcome, voice said from nearby, the click of heels bringing Mataya into view from where she had been leaning against her car, waiting for them. "Or you could just, yanno, chew this and let your stomach settle in." She offered over two slices of some unidentified root that smelt strongly of ginger and peppermint with a smile, reaching to take Anya's bag from her in the same moment.
Tony watched Anya in obvious concern. His own stomach wasn't feeling much better than hers, but being of a slightly stronger constitution, he seemed to be holding his own for the time being. She had been through enough already and the last thing he wanted was to make her suffer further. Before he could offer any kind of comfort, he heard the familiar voice of his sister and he breathed a sigh of relief. "It's nice to see you, too, 'Tay," he quipped, a small smirk on his face, despite the paleness of his complexion. He reached for the cure to their ailment, offering one first to Anya before inspecting it for himself. "What is it?" he asked, catching the hint of ginger and mint.
"I have no idea," 'Taya informed him cheerfully. "But it helps, trust me. I use it all the time going back and forth." She hiked Anya's bag onto her shoulder, eying the ballerina with a little concern, and flickered a glance to Tony. He hadn't said Anya was feeling delicate on the phone.
As for herself, Anya took the root that was offered gratefully. Anything to stop her stomach from roiling around like a ship on a stormy sea. She chewed slowly, the color restoring itself to her face under the gentle torchlight as whatever it was worked its magic. Straightening, she offered 'Taya a grateful smile. "Thank you, Mataya."
'Taya waved a hand dismissively, moving to loop her arm through Anya's and pull both her brother and his girlfriend over to her car. "Hey, that's what family does, right' Hop in - Mama's at the hospital with El, but I have a key for you!"
Tony followed Anya in chewing on the root, his stomach settling down almost immediately and the color returning to his face. He took a moment to survey their surroundings, but it was too dark to get a very good first view of Rhy'Din. "How's she doing?" he asked, nearly the first thing out of his mouth voicing his concern and worries about their youngest sister, disproving Elena's belief that Tony didn't care about her at all.
"She's worried, but she's doin' okay," 'Taya told him, opening up her trunk to set the bags inside. "I mean, she's been at the hospital for three days now, but they say he'll probably come 'round some time tonight, so things should be looking up." She met Tony's gaze with a matter of fact look that implied she had something more to tell him when he and his girlfriend were settled.
As Mataya and Tony talked, Anya did as she was told, letting herself into the backseat of the car and relaxing against the padding. She wasn't entirely sure where they were or quite what made this Rhy'Din place so safe, but she felt safe here. For the first time since being forced into that car that morning, she felt safe enough to relax.
Tony heaved his own bag into the trunk and would have done the same with Anya's if Mataya hadn't beaten him to it. Tony frowned again, this time not out of concern for his sister but out of concern for Anya. It seemed it was his lot in life to constantly worry about the women in his life. "She's been through a lot, 'Taya," he told her as quickly and quietly as he could without Anya overhearing. "I'll explain later." He knew she wasn't going to like the explanation and Elena was going to like it even less if and when she found out, but he wasn't going to lie to them. They needed to know what had happened, if not for Anya's sake, than for their own. "It's not safe in New York anymore."
Mataya's expression shut down for a moment, hearing the unspoken words beneath his carefully chosen single statements. Something happened to Anya. They did something. "Well, it's safe here," she said firmly, giving him a little push toward the front of the car. "Seriously, dude ....I get you two home, you put her in the shower or something, and you get it all off your chest. And then roger her silly for hours on end." She winked at him, this last having been declared as she opened the driver's door and got into the car.
Anya had actually laughed as she overheard this. "You have a very optimistic view of what I might be capable of this evening, Mataya," she commented, but didn't refute the possibility. The De Lucas, as a family, were close to insatiable as lovers, and their chosen partners rarely anything less.
That frown remained on Tony's face and he sighed. "I'm not sure she's up to....that yet," he admitted, though he thought a shower and something to eat and a good night's sleep would do them both a world of good. Or maybe a bath. Together. With bubbles and candles and....He broke off from that train of thought as he heard Anya pipe in. It had been a very long day, and it showed in the strained features and the lack of amusement in his tone of voice. Despite this, he got into the car with little argument, turning to look over his shoulder at Anya in the back seat. "You all right?" he asked, full of concern.
Green eyes met his from the shadows in the back of the car as Mataya turned her attention to driving, pulling the car gently over the cobbles toward the main street due west. Anya smiled, leaning forward to lay her hand over Tony's shoulder, squeezing gently. "I am well, Tony," she promised him softly. "I feel ....I feel better, since we came through. I do not feel anyone watching us here."
He laid a hand over hers, warm and caring. Even his sister would be able to recognize the depth of caring he felt for his little ballerina in the way he looked at her, spoke to her, touched her. "You'll be safe here, Anya. I promise."
Though this was his first trip through the portal, Tony seemed to handle it a little better than Anya. Mataya had made the arrangements and had warned him what to expect, but he wasn't sure anyone could possibly prepare themselves for the portal, until they experienced it themselves for the first time. He coughed as his stomach rolled like a ship on a stormy sea, but thankfully, the contents of his stomach remained intact. He instinctively reached out for Anya, offering her a hand and sliding an arm around her waist to pull her to her feet with a dancer's grace, as though it were all part of some strange ballet. "Are you all right?" he asked, looking her over, even as his own stomach rebelled and his face turned a shade too pale.
She coughed, leaning into him as he pulled her back up again. "I think I am going to be sick," she admitted reluctantly, not particularly wanting to share that side of her first portal experience with him but slightly concerned that she might not have a choice in the matter. She looked back over his shoulder to the alley they had just walked from, expecting at any moment the shadowy figure who had been following them to burst through. He'd be a prime target to throw up on, certainly.
"You could throw up right here and now," a familiar, and very welcome, voice said from nearby, the click of heels bringing Mataya into view from where she had been leaning against her car, waiting for them. "Or you could just, yanno, chew this and let your stomach settle in." She offered over two slices of some unidentified root that smelt strongly of ginger and peppermint with a smile, reaching to take Anya's bag from her in the same moment.
Tony watched Anya in obvious concern. His own stomach wasn't feeling much better than hers, but being of a slightly stronger constitution, he seemed to be holding his own for the time being. She had been through enough already and the last thing he wanted was to make her suffer further. Before he could offer any kind of comfort, he heard the familiar voice of his sister and he breathed a sigh of relief. "It's nice to see you, too, 'Tay," he quipped, a small smirk on his face, despite the paleness of his complexion. He reached for the cure to their ailment, offering one first to Anya before inspecting it for himself. "What is it?" he asked, catching the hint of ginger and mint.
"I have no idea," 'Taya informed him cheerfully. "But it helps, trust me. I use it all the time going back and forth." She hiked Anya's bag onto her shoulder, eying the ballerina with a little concern, and flickered a glance to Tony. He hadn't said Anya was feeling delicate on the phone.
As for herself, Anya took the root that was offered gratefully. Anything to stop her stomach from roiling around like a ship on a stormy sea. She chewed slowly, the color restoring itself to her face under the gentle torchlight as whatever it was worked its magic. Straightening, she offered 'Taya a grateful smile. "Thank you, Mataya."
'Taya waved a hand dismissively, moving to loop her arm through Anya's and pull both her brother and his girlfriend over to her car. "Hey, that's what family does, right' Hop in - Mama's at the hospital with El, but I have a key for you!"
Tony followed Anya in chewing on the root, his stomach settling down almost immediately and the color returning to his face. He took a moment to survey their surroundings, but it was too dark to get a very good first view of Rhy'Din. "How's she doing?" he asked, nearly the first thing out of his mouth voicing his concern and worries about their youngest sister, disproving Elena's belief that Tony didn't care about her at all.
"She's worried, but she's doin' okay," 'Taya told him, opening up her trunk to set the bags inside. "I mean, she's been at the hospital for three days now, but they say he'll probably come 'round some time tonight, so things should be looking up." She met Tony's gaze with a matter of fact look that implied she had something more to tell him when he and his girlfriend were settled.
As Mataya and Tony talked, Anya did as she was told, letting herself into the backseat of the car and relaxing against the padding. She wasn't entirely sure where they were or quite what made this Rhy'Din place so safe, but she felt safe here. For the first time since being forced into that car that morning, she felt safe enough to relax.
Tony heaved his own bag into the trunk and would have done the same with Anya's if Mataya hadn't beaten him to it. Tony frowned again, this time not out of concern for his sister but out of concern for Anya. It seemed it was his lot in life to constantly worry about the women in his life. "She's been through a lot, 'Taya," he told her as quickly and quietly as he could without Anya overhearing. "I'll explain later." He knew she wasn't going to like the explanation and Elena was going to like it even less if and when she found out, but he wasn't going to lie to them. They needed to know what had happened, if not for Anya's sake, than for their own. "It's not safe in New York anymore."
Mataya's expression shut down for a moment, hearing the unspoken words beneath his carefully chosen single statements. Something happened to Anya. They did something. "Well, it's safe here," she said firmly, giving him a little push toward the front of the car. "Seriously, dude ....I get you two home, you put her in the shower or something, and you get it all off your chest. And then roger her silly for hours on end." She winked at him, this last having been declared as she opened the driver's door and got into the car.
Anya had actually laughed as she overheard this. "You have a very optimistic view of what I might be capable of this evening, Mataya," she commented, but didn't refute the possibility. The De Lucas, as a family, were close to insatiable as lovers, and their chosen partners rarely anything less.
That frown remained on Tony's face and he sighed. "I'm not sure she's up to....that yet," he admitted, though he thought a shower and something to eat and a good night's sleep would do them both a world of good. Or maybe a bath. Together. With bubbles and candles and....He broke off from that train of thought as he heard Anya pipe in. It had been a very long day, and it showed in the strained features and the lack of amusement in his tone of voice. Despite this, he got into the car with little argument, turning to look over his shoulder at Anya in the back seat. "You all right?" he asked, full of concern.
Green eyes met his from the shadows in the back of the car as Mataya turned her attention to driving, pulling the car gently over the cobbles toward the main street due west. Anya smiled, leaning forward to lay her hand over Tony's shoulder, squeezing gently. "I am well, Tony," she promised him softly. "I feel ....I feel better, since we came through. I do not feel anyone watching us here."
He laid a hand over hers, warm and caring. Even his sister would be able to recognize the depth of caring he felt for his little ballerina in the way he looked at her, spoke to her, touched her. "You'll be safe here, Anya. I promise."