07-03-2020, 02:29 PM
(This post was last modified: 07-03-2020, 02:30 PM by Jensen James.)
Jensen’s heart was broken. As he surveyed a field of death, the enormous swell of pain threatened to prick the delicate bubble built around his soul. The Gift fluxed, fueling that protective-shell, as he walked among the dead. As a preacher he presided over funerals for congregants that passed. They were always tragic, especially for those who outlived loved ones. However, the sting of death was blunted by the belief of afterlife. He did not claim to guess the destination of the souls of men pledged to violence in exchange for a paycheck, but he gave each the same respect bestowed upon the Carpenters.
The Gift helped nudge and rearrange the bodies to their backs, hands folded on their stomach as he had seen so many positioned in their caskets before. Finally, he brought the Carpenters, husband and wife, to lay alongside each other. Flimsy curtains were torn and overlaid their outline so Jay would not see the gory outcome of his parents upon his return. In the distance, he could sense the fiery play of the Gift. Jay lived still, and Jensen did not want to imagine Amengual’s fate as the Dominion hunted him down.
When the work was done, Jensen searched for Natalie, finding her lingering poolside. He didn’t intend to interrupt, nor did he delude himself into thinking he may provide a modicum of comfort. Her accusations of Scion Marveet, whom Jensen only met shortly before. The rushed explanation of what to expect curdled Jensen’s soul, but he could only save whom he could save, as Scion explained, and the limitation was accepted.
He sat next to Natalie, dragging his fingers gently along the surface of the water. Ripples drifted outward, coming to stillness by the time the infinity edge poured into the beyond. Dawn made tired light of his eyes as if Jensen hadn’t slept in days, inner turmoil stretching him to the brink.
“I don’t pretend to have anything to say,” was all he uttered as he searched the side of her face. Instead, he held out the palm of his hand, offering a grip upon which to hold to the cliff edge from which she metaphorically dangled.
The Gift helped nudge and rearrange the bodies to their backs, hands folded on their stomach as he had seen so many positioned in their caskets before. Finally, he brought the Carpenters, husband and wife, to lay alongside each other. Flimsy curtains were torn and overlaid their outline so Jay would not see the gory outcome of his parents upon his return. In the distance, he could sense the fiery play of the Gift. Jay lived still, and Jensen did not want to imagine Amengual’s fate as the Dominion hunted him down.
When the work was done, Jensen searched for Natalie, finding her lingering poolside. He didn’t intend to interrupt, nor did he delude himself into thinking he may provide a modicum of comfort. Her accusations of Scion Marveet, whom Jensen only met shortly before. The rushed explanation of what to expect curdled Jensen’s soul, but he could only save whom he could save, as Scion explained, and the limitation was accepted.
He sat next to Natalie, dragging his fingers gently along the surface of the water. Ripples drifted outward, coming to stillness by the time the infinity edge poured into the beyond. Dawn made tired light of his eyes as if Jensen hadn’t slept in days, inner turmoil stretching him to the brink.
“I don’t pretend to have anything to say,” was all he uttered as he searched the side of her face. Instead, he held out the palm of his hand, offering a grip upon which to hold to the cliff edge from which she metaphorically dangled.