[Jude lets his eyes fall shut, and reaches out into the ocean of feeling around them. It is dark and cold. He focuses until he goes blind and deaf, concentrates only on the touch.
He knows to listen to the currents, the underground rivers, the flow of the world swirling around him. Forces that move only creatures like him.
It aches, like flexing a too-tight and under-used muscle.
But slowly, so slowly he is afraid to trust it, it comes to him. Dreamlike, fluttering over his skin. The evidence of a mind and heart that is not his own, but is connected. For him it is the sense of warmth. Of home. Of affection and comfortable yearning.
It's faint and he fears to push it, but the hunger wins out. He traces his metaphysical fingers along the threads that connect Marcus to the people he loves, thrumming those bonds, listening to the chords. It's faint at first, like music heard from underwater.
There are other threads too, stretching off into the darkness, faint little starlights in the gloom. He could follow and follow them but it's possible he may be lost on the way.
But it is enough.
Jude draws a deep breath like a swimmer coming up for air, and squeezes Marcus' hand in his, eyes still closed.]
Oh, damn.
[It is very soft, and the edge of his voice is not entirely steady.]
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He knows to listen to the currents, the underground rivers, the flow of the world swirling around him. Forces that move only creatures like him.
It aches, like flexing a too-tight and under-used muscle.
But slowly, so slowly he is afraid to trust it, it comes to him. Dreamlike, fluttering over his skin. The evidence of a mind and heart that is not his own, but is connected. For him it is the sense of warmth. Of home. Of affection and comfortable yearning.
It's faint and he fears to push it, but the hunger wins out. He traces his metaphysical fingers along the threads that connect Marcus to the people he loves, thrumming those bonds, listening to the chords. It's faint at first, like music heard from underwater.
There are other threads too, stretching off into the darkness, faint little starlights in the gloom. He could follow and follow them but it's possible he may be lost on the way.
But it is enough.
Jude draws a deep breath like a swimmer coming up for air, and squeezes Marcus' hand in his, eyes still closed.]
Oh, damn.
[It is very soft, and the edge of his voice is not entirely steady.]
There you are.