10-03-2016, 12:39 PM
Ivan watched in fascination as the Padre began to weave, only barely hearing the order. Before, when it had had been him, he had been in too much pain and under too many pain killers to really pay any attention to what happened even IF he could have grab the power whenever he'd wanted.
But now, now...What he saw....it was like nothing he had ever seen. The amount of power was part of it. Not as much as the Ascendancy earlier today, of course. But far more than he could hold.
What was far more important though, far more amazing, was what he did with it. Numerous threads separated and wove together, created patterns that made the most intricate lace he had ever seen look like twine. No. Patterns of patterns, a maze-work of power, looping around in variations he could only gasp at.
And yet...and yet...looking at it, the way the threads pulsed as they formed larger weaves, the way they dropped in on the Ascendancy's body at different places, the way those places responded with some kind of....similarity or...whatever- he just couldn't think of the words, exactly- yet the way it all came together, the organs and veins and tissue and bone knitting together, in anything but a random way....Somehow, in a place beyond words, beyond his ability to explain it, it made sense.
Even as he fell into the maze, into a pattern that looked simple and yet when looked at up close was itself its own complex pattern that he zoomed in on and found more simplicity that was mere mask to even more complexity- even as he fell into that hole- behind and above and bellow it all, he could see the whole pattern. Could see the way it was somehow a reflection of the body it was working on. He could taste comprehension, not just of what he was seeing here, but how it fit into the larger whole.
For the first time in his life, Ivan felt something like awe, as if he were seeing the face of God. The flavor of something far grander than he could even comprehend.
It left him reeling. It was as if God had pulled back, for just a moment, the curtain of creation and let him see what happened behind. And then had looked at him and smiled and winked conspiratorially, as if to say "Did you see it?" And all Ivan could do was smile back and nod weakly, feeling a tear on his cheek, awe at what he had witnessed, as if he were being carried away, higher and higher...
...and then it is done. And the Padre <em>says it is done. And then, snap! He's back to reality, Gravity has kicked in and he's choking on it all, not able to hold onto the pieces he has. And determination builds in him, a fire in his chest, an engine roaring to life, a hungry place he didn't know he had until now, the spark fanned to life. And her refuses to let it go, refuses to lose this moment, this view of the mind of God.
Because it calls to him. It feeds him. And he knows in this moment that his life has changed. That this is what he was destined for. What exactly? What 'this'? He doesn't know. Only that there is....something. His purpose. His life. His destiny. And peaces washes over him along with....along with...what is that? He can barely sense it, barely recognize it. The babbling of a flowing river, quiet rush of breeze in the air, the hint of the smell of exotic yet comforting trees and the heat of the sun flashing through the leaves.... </em>
The moment was gone. And suddenly he was again in the hospital room and the Padre was being thanked. The Ascendancy was fully healed. Ivan could practically see a glow about him, as if he had been restored and filled with life. And there were tears on his cheeks and he realized that his face was split with a grin.
He looked at the Padre- no. At Jensen James- and said simply, for the man could never know what this day had done to him, how it had changed him, "Thank you. For everything."
He looked again at the Ascendancy who now merely slept peacefully and then at Viktor and smiled.
But now, now...What he saw....it was like nothing he had ever seen. The amount of power was part of it. Not as much as the Ascendancy earlier today, of course. But far more than he could hold.
What was far more important though, far more amazing, was what he did with it. Numerous threads separated and wove together, created patterns that made the most intricate lace he had ever seen look like twine. No. Patterns of patterns, a maze-work of power, looping around in variations he could only gasp at.
And yet...and yet...looking at it, the way the threads pulsed as they formed larger weaves, the way they dropped in on the Ascendancy's body at different places, the way those places responded with some kind of....similarity or...whatever- he just couldn't think of the words, exactly- yet the way it all came together, the organs and veins and tissue and bone knitting together, in anything but a random way....Somehow, in a place beyond words, beyond his ability to explain it, it made sense.
Even as he fell into the maze, into a pattern that looked simple and yet when looked at up close was itself its own complex pattern that he zoomed in on and found more simplicity that was mere mask to even more complexity- even as he fell into that hole- behind and above and bellow it all, he could see the whole pattern. Could see the way it was somehow a reflection of the body it was working on. He could taste comprehension, not just of what he was seeing here, but how it fit into the larger whole.
For the first time in his life, Ivan felt something like awe, as if he were seeing the face of God. The flavor of something far grander than he could even comprehend.
It left him reeling. It was as if God had pulled back, for just a moment, the curtain of creation and let him see what happened behind. And then had looked at him and smiled and winked conspiratorially, as if to say "Did you see it?" And all Ivan could do was smile back and nod weakly, feeling a tear on his cheek, awe at what he had witnessed, as if he were being carried away, higher and higher...
...and then it is done. And the Padre <em>says it is done. And then, snap! He's back to reality, Gravity has kicked in and he's choking on it all, not able to hold onto the pieces he has. And determination builds in him, a fire in his chest, an engine roaring to life, a hungry place he didn't know he had until now, the spark fanned to life. And her refuses to let it go, refuses to lose this moment, this view of the mind of God.
Because it calls to him. It feeds him. And he knows in this moment that his life has changed. That this is what he was destined for. What exactly? What 'this'? He doesn't know. Only that there is....something. His purpose. His life. His destiny. And peaces washes over him along with....along with...what is that? He can barely sense it, barely recognize it. The babbling of a flowing river, quiet rush of breeze in the air, the hint of the smell of exotic yet comforting trees and the heat of the sun flashing through the leaves.... </em>
The moment was gone. And suddenly he was again in the hospital room and the Padre was being thanked. The Ascendancy was fully healed. Ivan could practically see a glow about him, as if he had been restored and filled with life. And there were tears on his cheeks and he realized that his face was split with a grin.
He looked at the Padre- no. At Jensen James- and said simply, for the man could never know what this day had done to him, how it had changed him, "Thank you. For everything."
He looked again at the Ascendancy who now merely slept peacefully and then at Viktor and smiled.