there exists a tipping point between gods and monsters
"Ianto?" Jack echoes, plucking the name from her mind (and seeming, yes, oblivious to the fact that in these woods in particular, even saying that fox's name might be enough to bring him out). "The fox who owns the Wishing Wagon, that sometimes grants wishes." Almost convinced that Flora is taking the piss out of him now, in truth as long as she's enjoying herself Jack is more than willing to continue to entertain it.
Maybe sits on the tip of his tongue, the captain jostled to a stop under Flora's direction until they are both standing in the thick of the Greatwood. And listen he does, even dampening her thoughts to make the most of it, and while he does indeed notice the creak and flutter of the boughs, the birdsong, the rustle of leaves, there's also the bone deep silence of having no one else around for perhaps miles. "Mmhm," he agrees slowly, distracted by the lack of more than anything.
And because Flora's thoughts are mostly muffled, the sound of the actual Stone Symphony, when it does appear, can't possibly be his misinterpretation of her thoughts. As such Jack almost flinches around, suspicion warring with logic as he tries to wrap his mind around the impossibility of the woodland. "Does it have a mind of its own then?" he wonders. And if so, why the fuck can't he read it?
Maybe sits on the tip of his tongue, the captain jostled to a stop under Flora's direction until they are both standing in the thick of the Greatwood. And listen he does, even dampening her thoughts to make the most of it, and while he does indeed notice the creak and flutter of the boughs, the birdsong, the rustle of leaves, there's also the bone deep silence of having no one else around for perhaps miles. "Mmhm," he agrees slowly, distracted by the lack of more than anything.
And because Flora's thoughts are mostly muffled, the sound of the actual Stone Symphony, when it does appear, can't possibly be his misinterpretation of her thoughts. As such Jack almost flinches around, suspicion warring with logic as he tries to wrap his mind around the impossibility of the woodland. "Does it have a mind of its own then?" he wonders. And if so, why the fuck can't he read it?
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
