08-16-2014, 09:35 PM
Jensen smiled softly. "Maybe we'll find out."
He teased, of course, gentle as a lamb.
But the sensation of a deep menace returned. It stretched from beyond the horizon of the room, yet again Jensen could not discern directionality. He looked over his shoulder and realized Pyotr approached.
Was it him? Jensen could not tell simply by searching the man's features. He sat, no more worse for wear, and tended to his coffee. Jensen looked between the other two, and suppressed the shudder that threatened his calm. That presence was chilling.
Then it took form. Before his eyes, the Gift coalesced into being, and Jensen sensed its exact source. Pyotr.
Suddenly, it disappeared altogether. Jensen was left to gawk at the absence, though he did his best to school his features into calm reserve.
He'd been in the presence of another Gifted man before. Tony. But never had he experienced this phenomenon in such sequence before. Pyotr was one of the Gifted, and Jensen sat next to him all morning without knowing it. He'd worked the Gift and Jensen could not tell it was him. Not until the Gift formed action before his eyes did he know its source. Did Pyotr know who and what he was? Could he wash away hurt and suffering as Jensen could? So many questions, and so few answers to be found in the silence hovering over the table.
But with Alex there, he couldn't quite come out and talk about it?
Or could he? Should he keep something like this blessing a secret? Tony and Jon had both warned him. Even Mister White said he should keep a low profile. Jensen didn't fear for himself, of course, but perhaps he should try for subtly.
"I hope your coffee didn't get to cool."
He teased, of course, gentle as a lamb.
But the sensation of a deep menace returned. It stretched from beyond the horizon of the room, yet again Jensen could not discern directionality. He looked over his shoulder and realized Pyotr approached.
Was it him? Jensen could not tell simply by searching the man's features. He sat, no more worse for wear, and tended to his coffee. Jensen looked between the other two, and suppressed the shudder that threatened his calm. That presence was chilling.
Then it took form. Before his eyes, the Gift coalesced into being, and Jensen sensed its exact source. Pyotr.
Suddenly, it disappeared altogether. Jensen was left to gawk at the absence, though he did his best to school his features into calm reserve.
He'd been in the presence of another Gifted man before. Tony. But never had he experienced this phenomenon in such sequence before. Pyotr was one of the Gifted, and Jensen sat next to him all morning without knowing it. He'd worked the Gift and Jensen could not tell it was him. Not until the Gift formed action before his eyes did he know its source. Did Pyotr know who and what he was? Could he wash away hurt and suffering as Jensen could? So many questions, and so few answers to be found in the silence hovering over the table.
But with Alex there, he couldn't quite come out and talk about it?
Or could he? Should he keep something like this blessing a secret? Tony and Jon had both warned him. Even Mister White said he should keep a low profile. Jensen didn't fear for himself, of course, but perhaps he should try for subtly.
"I hope your coffee didn't get to cool."