04-10-2014, 08:21 AM
Jensen was lost in the storm of his own thoughts. His beliefs of the history of the world were very rigid. He was taught that the story of the first men was to be shared as literal canon and not open to interpretation. Thus was how he lived his life. There was an expectation to uphold, and he did so valiantly, until four years ago, of course. But even since then, he still held to those beliefs. They were the anchor by which he justified leaving his life behind. He was undeserving of the perfect little southern family. A cheat, a liar and a hypocrite, he was unfit to tell anyone else how they should or shouldn't live their life. It was all based on a history that tonight was fracturing all around him. Primitive man sharing existence with those that can call upon fire and ice at will? It would have been a remarkable sight. As Giovanni described, they might have worshiped such beings. Men of Renown came to mind, and again, Jensen's gaze trailed to the Bible left open nearby.
It had been on the same spot where Aria had sat all evening that he and John Smith discussed the findings that led Jensen to epiphany and peace. He squeezed his forehead with one hand as though it hurt to think. When Aria announced her departure, Jensen nodded silently, but was too wrapped up with internal debate to do the civil thing and show her out. Connor did the honors.
The room fell quiet after she left. She was the storm that blew through, and they the farmers left behind to pick up the pieces of their world. For Jensen, those pieces were splitting at a pace that he could not keep up. His education afforded him insights into ... admittedly a perception ... of the reality of the universe that poked holes in theories faster than he could rationalize them away.
He wasn't tired, not of body anyway. Spirits and gods left him weary, and lines demarcating the fatigue were drawn deep into his face. "You two are free to stay and sleep. I'll be up for a while still, so the bed and couch are free."
He said. The accompanying gesture invited each of them to take their pick. The bedroom would be darker than here, as already the brightening sky was leaking in through the spacious loft windows and skylight.
He found himself drawn to Giovanni. His interpretation of events seemed legitimate. The man was calm and collected all night as though never having been truly surprised by anything that happened. Jensen suspected he knew more than he let on. He didn't mind Giovanni kept the information to himself. Everyone had secrets, but he wouldn't mind speaking with him further. "I hope you stay."
He nodded and disappeared into the powder room himself, though he didn't close the door. It was only to splash cold water on his face. Perhaps he should give Jon Little Bird or Tony a call.
It had been on the same spot where Aria had sat all evening that he and John Smith discussed the findings that led Jensen to epiphany and peace. He squeezed his forehead with one hand as though it hurt to think. When Aria announced her departure, Jensen nodded silently, but was too wrapped up with internal debate to do the civil thing and show her out. Connor did the honors.
The room fell quiet after she left. She was the storm that blew through, and they the farmers left behind to pick up the pieces of their world. For Jensen, those pieces were splitting at a pace that he could not keep up. His education afforded him insights into ... admittedly a perception ... of the reality of the universe that poked holes in theories faster than he could rationalize them away.
He wasn't tired, not of body anyway. Spirits and gods left him weary, and lines demarcating the fatigue were drawn deep into his face. "You two are free to stay and sleep. I'll be up for a while still, so the bed and couch are free."
He said. The accompanying gesture invited each of them to take their pick. The bedroom would be darker than here, as already the brightening sky was leaking in through the spacious loft windows and skylight.
He found himself drawn to Giovanni. His interpretation of events seemed legitimate. The man was calm and collected all night as though never having been truly surprised by anything that happened. Jensen suspected he knew more than he let on. He didn't mind Giovanni kept the information to himself. Everyone had secrets, but he wouldn't mind speaking with him further. "I hope you stay."
He nodded and disappeared into the powder room himself, though he didn't close the door. It was only to splash cold water on his face. Perhaps he should give Jon Little Bird or Tony a call.