[ Standing there, waiting for him, Sophia is terrified.
She's meeting someone new!
Alone!
It's not like she hasn't done this before, and she has had enough experiences with very powerful, very dangerous beings, but being taken to a new world, with new rules and without the familiarity she has just begun to build...it's not good for her confidence. It's made her feel like the small, vulnerable doll with an hollowed out soul, eyes like crystals and absolutely no willpower of her own.
She has to put all of that aside the moment when Jack walks her way. Hobbles? Her eyes dart around him, recognizing the gait of someone with a prosthetic leg, and not the magical kind that is nearly impossible to tell. ]
That's me.
[ Sophia is five feet and change, long, messy brown hair and deep eyes that almost seem to shine by themselves if you look for too long. Or are they? She's pale and sharp, her body shape covered in big clothes. She's not wearing a dress, thank you very much. Pants and shirts and coats for now.
Sophia follows him, and as they walk she experiences something akin to her eyes getting used to the dark, but this is no dark. This is...something else. It's magic, but it's also...reality breaking pulses of energy, it's chaos and destruction and Sophia can literally feels its coils extending and contracting around him.
But the moment she can see it, she can define it, and the moment she grows used to it, the less it bothers her. In the end, it's just part of him, somehow. She now knows she couldn't just yank it from him, as she would probably tear him apart, physically, metaphysically, mentally, in every away. And chances are she could put a dent in reality too.
This is a little too big for her.
Then there's the other stuff, the "uncomfortable truth" thing that sticks out of him like a cowlick strand of hair. She just...swats it away. That she can do.
Once inside of his room, Sophia looks around. Head turning when he asks, she sighs. ]
Maybe we should see what we're dealing with first? I usually can put people to sleep with a touch, but I can tell you are...full of something. Something that would've either killed anyone else, or leave you a hollow shell of yourself.
[ She extends a hand, touching something that is not there. ]
Do you mind if I...try to interact with it? Carefully. Just to get a sense of what's latched into your soul.
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She's meeting someone new!
Alone!
It's not like she hasn't done this before, and she has had enough experiences with very powerful, very dangerous beings, but being taken to a new world, with new rules and without the familiarity she has just begun to build...it's not good for her confidence. It's made her feel like the small, vulnerable doll with an hollowed out soul, eyes like crystals and absolutely no willpower of her own.
She has to put all of that aside the moment when Jack walks her way. Hobbles? Her eyes dart around him, recognizing the gait of someone with a prosthetic leg, and not the magical kind that is nearly impossible to tell. ]
That's me.
[ Sophia is five feet and change, long, messy brown hair and deep eyes that almost seem to shine by themselves if you look for too long. Or are they? She's pale and sharp, her body shape covered in big clothes. She's not wearing a dress, thank you very much. Pants and shirts and coats for now.
Sophia follows him, and as they walk she experiences something akin to her eyes getting used to the dark, but this is no dark. This is...something else. It's magic, but it's also...reality breaking pulses of energy, it's chaos and destruction and Sophia can literally feels its coils extending and contracting around him.
But the moment she can see it, she can define it, and the moment she grows used to it, the less it bothers her. In the end, it's just part of him, somehow. She now knows she couldn't just yank it from him, as she would probably tear him apart, physically, metaphysically, mentally, in every away. And chances are she could put a dent in reality too.
This is a little too big for her.
Then there's the other stuff, the "uncomfortable truth" thing that sticks out of him like a cowlick strand of hair. She just...swats it away. That she can do.
Once inside of his room, Sophia looks around. Head turning when he asks, she sighs. ]
Maybe we should see what we're dealing with first? I usually can put people to sleep with a touch, but I can tell you are...full of something. Something that would've either killed anyone else, or leave you a hollow shell of yourself.
[ She extends a hand, touching something that is not there. ]
Do you mind if I...try to interact with it? Carefully. Just to get a sense of what's latched into your soul.