10-01-2013, 06:27 AM
He could hardly bring himself to look at Tony, and yet it was all he wanted to do.
It wasn't the man he saw, however. It was the promise of distant violence he sensed. It conflicted with everything that held Jensen together. The very fibers of his being wanted to reject that power. Yet he needed it as strongly as men needed grace.
His arms fell in exhaustion, and he regarded the young lady that knelt alongside Tony. She was slender and young, yet at the same time stirred with the depth of antiquity. He locked onto her with an intense plea for assistance he was unwilling to actually request, only to look away in shame. He couldn't burden such an innocent face like that.
He snatched his coat and tried to stand in a manner that opened as much distance as possible between he and Tony. The man was larger in pretty much every sense of the word. Taller and broader than Jensen himself, who without the regime of his former life, was scrawnier than ever.
But physicality was hardly intimidating to Jensen these days. It was what was superimposed between the fabrics of the world that cautioned him to flee.
To clear the line of sight, he shoved away what hair fell across his eyes, squeezing his skull with his palms as he did, and tried to retreat as much as possible.
It wasn't the man he saw, however. It was the promise of distant violence he sensed. It conflicted with everything that held Jensen together. The very fibers of his being wanted to reject that power. Yet he needed it as strongly as men needed grace.
His arms fell in exhaustion, and he regarded the young lady that knelt alongside Tony. She was slender and young, yet at the same time stirred with the depth of antiquity. He locked onto her with an intense plea for assistance he was unwilling to actually request, only to look away in shame. He couldn't burden such an innocent face like that.
He snatched his coat and tried to stand in a manner that opened as much distance as possible between he and Tony. The man was larger in pretty much every sense of the word. Taller and broader than Jensen himself, who without the regime of his former life, was scrawnier than ever.
But physicality was hardly intimidating to Jensen these days. It was what was superimposed between the fabrics of the world that cautioned him to flee.
To clear the line of sight, he shoved away what hair fell across his eyes, squeezing his skull with his palms as he did, and tried to retreat as much as possible.