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Oct. 9th, 2017 03:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
smartass_captainYou look so bright, even when you're burning. So bright.
The streaming sunbeams casting their patterns on the floor of Marcella's store blur and run together as Jim pinches the bridge of his nose and blinks away tears. His fear and anxiety mingling like the colors in his vision he can't separate they way they ought to. Jim can't call Felix anymore--he's filled up the other's mailbox with his messages that have gone unanswered.
It's with some care that he rolls up his sleeves and removes his all weather gloves when Marcella comes back with a pair of fine leather bracers and a cloak for him to pack that is thick enough to withstand the Brumese mountain chill.
Does he have to burn to be seen, now? Have to scream to be heard?
His hands steady of their own accord once he's got the laces drawn properly. As though someone's released the spigot holding back the nervous energy that's left him shaking. Trembling with boiling over emotions. If he stares for long, he can make out the faint golden hues shining through every grain of wood in the bow he has leaning against his leg.
James Kirk is not a man of this world. Not a mage nor a hunter nor an Imperial. He is an intruder in this place. Yet he dons their apparel and lets their magic work through him. He bows his head and murmurs a prayer he's heard Felix recite before.
He has no magic. No kill to offer.
But he prays to the Grand Hunter that he will find what he's tracking. The gods do not exist in Jim's realms, but they are alive and well here. And it is to them that Jim prays. For the strength, endurance, and luck he will need to find what's most important to him in this world.
In any world.
If he has to burn to bring Felix back, well. Jim has done so before. If that's what it takes to bring Felix back to himself, Jim will become nearly anything to make it so.
The streaming sunbeams casting their patterns on the floor of Marcella's store blur and run together as Jim pinches the bridge of his nose and blinks away tears. His fear and anxiety mingling like the colors in his vision he can't separate they way they ought to. Jim can't call Felix anymore--he's filled up the other's mailbox with his messages that have gone unanswered.
It's with some care that he rolls up his sleeves and removes his all weather gloves when Marcella comes back with a pair of fine leather bracers and a cloak for him to pack that is thick enough to withstand the Brumese mountain chill.
Does he have to burn to be seen, now? Have to scream to be heard?
His hands steady of their own accord once he's got the laces drawn properly. As though someone's released the spigot holding back the nervous energy that's left him shaking. Trembling with boiling over emotions. If he stares for long, he can make out the faint golden hues shining through every grain of wood in the bow he has leaning against his leg.
James Kirk is not a man of this world. Not a mage nor a hunter nor an Imperial. He is an intruder in this place. Yet he dons their apparel and lets their magic work through him. He bows his head and murmurs a prayer he's heard Felix recite before.
He has no magic. No kill to offer.
But he prays to the Grand Hunter that he will find what he's tracking. The gods do not exist in Jim's realms, but they are alive and well here. And it is to them that Jim prays. For the strength, endurance, and luck he will need to find what's most important to him in this world.
In any world.
If he has to burn to bring Felix back, well. Jim has done so before. If that's what it takes to bring Felix back to himself, Jim will become nearly anything to make it so.
