Dancing for joy, or dancing for sorrow?

The ballroom was big, the ballroom was empty of people, the ballroom was full of circling flying objects. They belonged to Lex. All of them. There were pens, pieces of paper, whole notebooks, her jewellry, things like glitter, followed by bottles that had probably been full of it once. Her hair whipped around her face, had her clothes been loose, they would have whipped about too. But they weren't. She was clad in a pair of tight black sweatpants, and a tight white tank-top. Her feet were held to the floor by a pair of black jazz shoes.

Why were things surrounding her? Because she'd come here for that exact reason. She'd filled her arms with her belongings, and searched for somewhere unpopulated. She was dancing, or rather, practicing her spins. Her eyes were closed as she spun, letting herself go. The emotions of fear, sadness, anger pulsing through her, fueling the careening objects. She was unstable, she knew it, but she let go still, her body working on automatic in the dance moves as her mind started cleaning, sweeping out the cobwebs. The graceful movements that said peace were betrayed by the unstable objects floating around her. She had brought objects, because her mind couldn't clean if it had nothing to grab.

In the past few days, she'd had so many emotions filing into her, she knew that if she didn't purposefully allow herself to let go of all the stored energy, she'd explode when she least expected it, and would wind up hurting those that she didn't want to.

So there she was, a small figure in the center of the ballroom, dancing to silent music, surrounded to objects that moved with no calculation, but somehow managed to avoid hitting her, and to avoid hitting the walls.

Lex did notice him, but not because he was watching her, but instead, just because he was a thing of mass. Her mind had this impossible need to move anything that wasn't attatched. So when it found something that wasn't supposed to be there, she had to block it, which in it's turn made her slowly return to 'conciousness'. Though she kept on dancing, slowly, all of the rotating objects ceased moving, and congregated themselves in a neat pile. Anything she hadn't dealt with was pushed back into it's corners, but she felt far better than she had been.

She stopped dancing once she'd collected everything, and stood with her eyes closed for a bit longer. She took a deep breath, letting it out in a long, quiet sigh, before opening her eyes, turning to the presence that had pulled her out of her mind. She looked at him, and her lips curved into a smile. Not an overly excited smile, just a peaceful smile. A smile that said even though he'd been watching her dance, she wasn't embarrassed. The silence was peaceful, and she just smiled at him for a bit, before breaking the silence with a quiet, "Hi."

She watched him come down the stairs, and by the time he got to the bottom, she'd moved so that she was closer to where he was. When he asked what she was doing, her first though had been to say 'Dealing with life.' but she'd nixed the thought. Trephas had just lost his family. He didn't need to hear her problems. And he especially didn't need to know how much was going on beneath the surface of Lex. So, she opted for the more obvious truth. She cocked her head slightly to the side as she looked at him, a calm smile still on her face. "I was dancing. But right now, I'm looking at you." she would have placed her hands in her pockets then, but her dance clothes didn't leave room for pockets, so she instead placed her hands on her hips in a relaxed way.

She was still breathing hard from the exertion of dancing, as well as using so much of her energy in telekinesis. She took another deep breath, letting it out in a slow sigh. "What are you doing here?" she asked, her voice still quiet, as though she didn't want to disturb the peace of the ballroom.

Lex's eyes changed to compassion as she moved close to him, putting a gentle hand on his shoulder. "How are you holding up?" her words were soft, full of sage understanding. She knew what it was like to lose somebody you loved unexpectedly. She'd never really had a family to love, but she'd lost her best friend. She let out a quiet sight of relief. One of the nice things about letting her powers reign uncontrolled was that it removed the shock feeling from her mind a bit. It was nice. Her eyes reflected all of her thoughs, because this time she didn't bother to block them. Her lips curved into a gentle smile as she waited for him to speak.

Lex's eyes flashed a moment of anger at the people causing problems for Trephas's family. So far as she could see, his family was wonderful, and kind. "Let me know if I can do anything to help. I won't stand by and just let it happen." she said quietly as well, her eyes returning to their regular state. She wanted to give him a hug, but instead, she'd give him a page out of her book. She lifted her hand off of his shoulder, and took a step back.

She held out her hands to him. "Dance with me." she made it as a statement, but with enough room for him to decline. If he accepted, she'd tell him to let go of his mind. No matter how weak his powers were, his emotions would be able to find a way out, and fuel him far beyone what he would think possible