He's a dark specter, the edges of him serrated, sure to cut anything in his path. He looks dangerous, despite (or maybe even because) of the green stains splotched across his robes. There's enough of them that even the dark fabric can't hide it completely as Spock steps into the halo of light given off by the park lamp illuminating their chosen meeting point. Claude's arrows stick out of him in various places, left embedded in flesh, slowly tearing at muscle with every move Spock makes. The longer Jim looks, the more wrong he sees.
Spock's expression is even worse.
The Gnosia has made him almost unrecognizable. Dark shadows plague his undereyes, severity hangs heavy on his brow. Peter looks roughed up, but in one (misshapen) piece, and Gwen's relief is palpable. Jim shares it, though he scrambles to arrange his mind into some other configuration. Spock is still far too close for comfort, still with a grip about Peter, still dangling him over the edge as if to see how far Gwen will swoop to catch him.
Let him go, Jim steps forward when bidden, listing slightly as he does so. He ends his slow approach just behind Gwen, as impossible as it seems not to keep moving forward. Let him go, and we can be reunited. ]
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He's a dark specter, the edges of him serrated, sure to cut anything in his path. He looks dangerous, despite (or maybe even because) of the green stains splotched across his robes. There's enough of them that even the dark fabric can't hide it completely as Spock steps into the halo of light given off by the park lamp illuminating their chosen meeting point. Claude's arrows stick out of him in various places, left embedded in flesh, slowly tearing at muscle with every move Spock makes. The longer Jim looks, the more wrong he sees.
Spock's expression is even worse.
The Gnosia has made him almost unrecognizable. Dark shadows plague his undereyes, severity hangs heavy on his brow. Peter looks roughed up, but in one (misshapen) piece, and Gwen's relief is palpable. Jim shares it, though he scrambles to arrange his mind into some other configuration. Spock is still far too close for comfort, still with a grip about Peter, still dangling him over the edge as if to see how far Gwen will swoop to catch him.
Let him go, Jim steps forward when bidden, listing slightly as he does so. He ends his slow approach just behind Gwen, as impossible as it seems not to keep moving forward. Let him go, and we can be reunited. ]