JACK
Everything goes silent and very, very still.
It isn't just the way his telepathy winks out - Jack won't notice that until he's closer to the action - but the entire forest around them feels suddenly stifled, muffled, mundane. (Almost as if something has sucked the magic right out of the place, eh captain?)
He'd lost Flora to the range of his magic a few feet back, having been gazing into some strange pool or another, and only as he hears her voice - hears someone else's voice as well for that matter - does he realise that he should be feeling a trickle of thought and feeling along with it.
Now it isn't just stillness; the tiny hairs on the back of his neck raise in animalistic instinct, a base realisation that he's standing in the presence of something altogether other. Then Flora screams, and his feet move with the sort of swiftness reserved for stormy seas and monsters on the beach.
Jack bursts onto the scene in time to see the ebony blade slick with the Doubletake's blood, immediately reaching for all of the cords of his magic that would bring ice and ozone and tearing, gale-force winds to the area around them... and finding them pitifully wanting. With an expression that walks a fine line between dawning horror and abject fury, of course Jack tries again. And of course nothing happens.
"Flora," he almost growls her name. "Run. And don't stop running."
It isn't just the way his telepathy winks out - Jack won't notice that until he's closer to the action - but the entire forest around them feels suddenly stifled, muffled, mundane. (Almost as if something has sucked the magic right out of the place, eh captain?)
He'd lost Flora to the range of his magic a few feet back, having been gazing into some strange pool or another, and only as he hears her voice - hears someone else's voice as well for that matter - does he realise that he should be feeling a trickle of thought and feeling along with it.
Now it isn't just stillness; the tiny hairs on the back of his neck raise in animalistic instinct, a base realisation that he's standing in the presence of something altogether other. Then Flora screams, and his feet move with the sort of swiftness reserved for stormy seas and monsters on the beach.
Jack bursts onto the scene in time to see the ebony blade slick with the Doubletake's blood, immediately reaching for all of the cords of his magic that would bring ice and ozone and tearing, gale-force winds to the area around them... and finding them pitifully wanting. With an expression that walks a fine line between dawning horror and abject fury, of course Jack tries again. And of course nothing happens.
"Flora," he almost growls her name. "Run. And don't stop running."
romancing yourself is possible, narcissistic
and recommended
and recommended
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