JACK
Jack ought to have expected the immediacy of her response based on everything he knows about Flora; every bridge burned and tentatively rebuilt between them, every time she'd tried to pry some part of him out into the open to look at. And yet it still comes as a quiet surprise, the captain sitting himself up properly and clearing his throat as the bloom of her curiosity dances across his magic and he has to stop himself from mentally swatting it away on instinct.
"Okay," he says slowly instead. "I ain't sure what it's gonna look like, though. Might not be as pretty as what you saw last time." Even as he speaks, the room begins to darken around them into a veil of black space - only the bed remains for Flora's comfort, though Jack has already risen to his feet.
"Alright, let's see..."
It's a slow fizzing through the air as Jack parts the veil around himself, delicate, crackling lines spiderwebbing across the room, branching and branching again upon themselves like synapses firing a constant barrage. There are tiny flickers of colour along the webbing that, he realises, are the thoughts he'd shown Flora previously, only rather than a detailed snapshot left to bloom around them, this is like zooming out a few hundred times.
There are no parameters in this room, but the captain lets his consciousness expand to the furthest ranges of his telepathy, until he stands crowned in the fragile strands of his magic; a sleeping beast ever viligant for change or danger or something interesting and useful. "Say something. Or even just think it." It's an invitation rather than anything else, because while Jack already knows he's the focus of a lot of little conversations (mainly involving Derek and his broken nose), he assumes Flora will find it more interesting to have things bloom to life a little closer to home.
"Okay," he says slowly instead. "I ain't sure what it's gonna look like, though. Might not be as pretty as what you saw last time." Even as he speaks, the room begins to darken around them into a veil of black space - only the bed remains for Flora's comfort, though Jack has already risen to his feet.
"Alright, let's see..."
It's a slow fizzing through the air as Jack parts the veil around himself, delicate, crackling lines spiderwebbing across the room, branching and branching again upon themselves like synapses firing a constant barrage. There are tiny flickers of colour along the webbing that, he realises, are the thoughts he'd shown Flora previously, only rather than a detailed snapshot left to bloom around them, this is like zooming out a few hundred times.
There are no parameters in this room, but the captain lets his consciousness expand to the furthest ranges of his telepathy, until he stands crowned in the fragile strands of his magic; a sleeping beast ever viligant for change or danger or something interesting and useful. "Say something. Or even just think it." It's an invitation rather than anything else, because while Jack already knows he's the focus of a lot of little conversations (mainly involving Derek and his broken nose), he assumes Flora will find it more interesting to have things bloom to life a little closer to home.
no more than I was or than I want to be
when you fall on me like night, I wanna kill the lights
when you fall on me like night, I wanna kill the lights
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
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