[ Jack interjects in that brief silence with that much, since he can guess some of Rhys's thoughts here. That's not exactly something new, but it hasn't been common. After Elpis, Jack had closed himself off in a way that he didn't always like. Part of it was intentional, because it's exactly what he's talking about here, but there was just as much that wasn't. It's the way he gets wrapped up in his grand plan for the universe and how he sees a dagger in every hand waiting for his back as a result. So, really, only a few people had ever managed to see beyond Jack's mask, both physical and metaphorical.
He looked doubtful when Rhys asserted that Jack could trust him, as Rhys explains, that expression softens. Jack doesn't give his trust easily, and that's something that Rhys know better than Jack thinks, but it's almost a physical thing as he gives at least a small piece of it.
That's the thing about Jack, though. There aren't many people that can avoid getting wrapped up in Jack. He has a naturally magnetic personality, and it's what elevated him to the sort of cult-like devotion that was so unique to Hyperion, but even individually, when he's laying here having a moment of openness with another person, it's the same sort of thing. Jack isn't a liar, because every word he says is a truth or something he believes so strongly that it might as well be. He's genuine in a frightening way, because it's so easy to forget that there's so much of Jack that's completely divorced from other parts of him.
So that trust doesn't mean that Rhys is safe. In fact, it's so much more dangerous, and that's why every person that's seen beyond that mask has ended up dead. ]
You-- [ Jack starts to respond once Rhys has said his piece, but it comes with a laugh. ] I mean, to be honest here, you keep surprisin' me, Rhys.
[ Jack pauses, then shifts slightly closer. Usually he'd probably be at least a little more smooth here, but the handcuff and their proximity makes that less than elegant. The hand that's uncuffed at least comes up to Rhys's neck, but that's to help angle both of their heads here. As such, Rhys can probably guess what's coming next here and pull back if he wants, but really, Jack doesn't think that'll be the case, considering Rhys...
He kisses Rhys, and it's both brief and tender rather than the sort of aggressive that might seem to suit Jack better. After all, what Rhys says is bolstering and supporting Jack in ways that he might not have expected to, but also in those ways that aren't exactly good. But it's absolutely what Jack craves and appreciates, and at least for the moment, he thinks that something physical is a better way to convey that than through words.
After all, as he pulls back again, he proves that he's not actually smooth or a wordsmith. ]
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Date: 2016-08-10 02:42 pm (UTC)[ Jack interjects in that brief silence with that much, since he can guess some of Rhys's thoughts here. That's not exactly something new, but it hasn't been common. After Elpis, Jack had closed himself off in a way that he didn't always like. Part of it was intentional, because it's exactly what he's talking about here, but there was just as much that wasn't. It's the way he gets wrapped up in his grand plan for the universe and how he sees a dagger in every hand waiting for his back as a result. So, really, only a few people had ever managed to see beyond Jack's mask, both physical and metaphorical.
He looked doubtful when Rhys asserted that Jack could trust him, as Rhys explains, that expression softens. Jack doesn't give his trust easily, and that's something that Rhys know better than Jack thinks, but it's almost a physical thing as he gives at least a small piece of it.
That's the thing about Jack, though. There aren't many people that can avoid getting wrapped up in Jack. He has a naturally magnetic personality, and it's what elevated him to the sort of cult-like devotion that was so unique to Hyperion, but even individually, when he's laying here having a moment of openness with another person, it's the same sort of thing. Jack isn't a liar, because every word he says is a truth or something he believes so strongly that it might as well be. He's genuine in a frightening way, because it's so easy to forget that there's so much of Jack that's completely divorced from other parts of him.
So that trust doesn't mean that Rhys is safe. In fact, it's so much more dangerous, and that's why every person that's seen beyond that mask has ended up dead. ]
You-- [ Jack starts to respond once Rhys has said his piece, but it comes with a laugh. ] I mean, to be honest here, you keep surprisin' me, Rhys.
[ Jack pauses, then shifts slightly closer. Usually he'd probably be at least a little more smooth here, but the handcuff and their proximity makes that less than elegant. The hand that's uncuffed at least comes up to Rhys's neck, but that's to help angle both of their heads here. As such, Rhys can probably guess what's coming next here and pull back if he wants, but really, Jack doesn't think that'll be the case, considering Rhys...
He kisses Rhys, and it's both brief and tender rather than the sort of aggressive that might seem to suit Jack better. After all, what Rhys says is bolstering and supporting Jack in ways that he might not have expected to, but also in those ways that aren't exactly good. But it's absolutely what Jack craves and appreciates, and at least for the moment, he thinks that something physical is a better way to convey that than through words.
After all, as he pulls back again, he proves that he's not actually smooth or a wordsmith. ]
Yeah, it's obviously okay with me, dumbass.