JACK
It isn't overwhelming in the way that standing in Safrin's presence had been - there's no collision of his mind with hers, no overwhelming sense of something unfolding, endless and enormous and wanting. But that doesn't mean it's any easier, and for a second Jack is swamped with the mere possibility of all that Rae is, that they've made and destroyed and could yet see develop further.
He loses himself in that library of artifacts and ideas, his magic eager to peruse and linger but the rest of him too cautious and grounded to dare to look too closely. Instead, when they speak - they, as one, as the same being but in two facets - they are able to give voice to something that has so far only been a laughable wish, a covetous possibility that Jack has never truly believed could be.
And yet Rae says it so simply, like he's been slow to understand his own desire, and to say that the Captain is unaccustomed to being humbled like this is an understatement. "Yeah," he says, the threads of it beginning to tie into something more concrete even as the seconds tick by. "Is that possible? And if it was, what would I need to do?"
He loses himself in that library of artifacts and ideas, his magic eager to peruse and linger but the rest of him too cautious and grounded to dare to look too closely. Instead, when they speak - they, as one, as the same being but in two facets - they are able to give voice to something that has so far only been a laughable wish, a covetous possibility that Jack has never truly believed could be.
And yet Rae says it so simply, like he's been slow to understand his own desire, and to say that the Captain is unaccustomed to being humbled like this is an understatement. "Yeah," he says, the threads of it beginning to tie into something more concrete even as the seconds tick by. "Is that possible? And if it was, what would I need to do?"
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
