[ prophetic visions and a reality of constant time dilation are nice and all, but when it comes down to it, reid mattix is still fucking blind. when his oracle nature goes on the fritz, by, say, unfortunate adjustment to new dimensions and laws of physics, the typical jumbled wax paper layers of his perception of the world around him, and reid's own reality, become even more of a fuzzed out blur, and when he should have at least heard the boy passing by in front of him, it goes completely over his attention.
surprises have become things reid seriously dislikes, since his rebirth into this life, usually because it means he's fucked up, and something bad could be on it's way. in the grand scheme of things, bumping into a stranger isn't too terrible, but it has him feeling a dip of something anxious and frustrated in him regardless - not good enough, get it together, read the time. but someone's taken him out of the book he knows and dropped him into something foreign, and the lines don't follow all the same anymore. his brows knit, lips presses tight, with the heel of a palm rubbing against one of his opaque, invalid eyes, dust from the planet having snuck in with his sunglasses removed for the moment. the boy tells him don't touch me, and yet, just his solidity here - the touch of him, his voice, the bright anger and resentment that fuels his spirit - is like a lighthouse in a storm, and reid doesn't want him to leave. it's giving him a small patch of land to stand out, and get his head above water. clarity starts to filter in - his name is egil, he hates it here, he wants to be alone, but he's been alone a long time now, hasn't he? ]
I won't, but... could you keep talking? [ stay present, stay bright, stay vivid against the madness in the background and give him a way to see again. ] Just for a minute. Please.
camping!!
surprises have become things reid seriously dislikes, since his rebirth into this life, usually because it means he's fucked up, and something bad could be on it's way. in the grand scheme of things, bumping into a stranger isn't too terrible, but it has him feeling a dip of something anxious and frustrated in him regardless - not good enough, get it together, read the time. but someone's taken him out of the book he knows and dropped him into something foreign, and the lines don't follow all the same anymore. his brows knit, lips presses tight, with the heel of a palm rubbing against one of his opaque, invalid eyes, dust from the planet having snuck in with his sunglasses removed for the moment. the boy tells him don't touch me, and yet, just his solidity here - the touch of him, his voice, the bright anger and resentment that fuels his spirit - is like a lighthouse in a storm, and reid doesn't want him to leave. it's giving him a small patch of land to stand out, and get his head above water. clarity starts to filter in - his name is egil, he hates it here, he wants to be alone, but he's been alone a long time now, hasn't he? ]
I won't, but... could you keep talking? [ stay present, stay bright, stay vivid against the madness in the background and give him a way to see again. ] Just for a minute. Please.