week 8 | monday morning (super early)

[baptizer]

[ Elizabeth doesn't think Jason needs to know why she left his room. It was... PG 13, okay. Nothing happened, but she definitely requested to stay in his room after a few nightmares plagued her. He was one of the few people she could trust and after his last adventure? She's keeping an eye on him when he can't.

HA.

Anyway.

Elizabeth had foregone her pajamas, dressed more for the rest of the day. She's stealthy, waiting for anyone who passes her to go on. She's by Jack's room, a sturdy knock without announcing herself.

It had to still be odd. She looked older - tormented by her own guilt with her hair cut short and skin more exposed. This wasn't the little girl he had saw so much "potential" in. ]

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[refactor]

[ The strain on her face gets that knit of his brow to change for a moment into concern, but it's short-lived. He's never seen her power before, after all, and so when that tear opens, there's nothing short of shocked wonder on his face. His attention is immediately gone from Elizabeth, and really, her words are almost like an echo with how enthralled with the scene before him he is. He stands, as if that motion would help him better understand what he's seeing here.

She must be a Siren or something like that. Jack is so sure of that when he looks at this picture, because even if each Siren's power manifests differently, the impossible becomes possible at their fingertips. It's a complex thing he feels in those brief moments where he looks at the image of the parlor, a mix of desperate hope and vicious ambition, but regardless, he knows this for what it is: possibility. ]

Jesus—

[ He murmurs out that word in wonder, but a moment after, the echoes of her words feel like they're catching up with him. His mind is quick to race, because Jack has always been a quick, decisive thinker, even when faced with the impossible. And boy, does Elizabeth talk of the impossible here. She's talking of other worlds, other universes, a place where Angel is still alive-- And, dangerously, Jack can't help but think that perhaps in one of those universes, his paradise exists. She's waiting for him, Elizabeth says, and he looks to her then even though it takes a great effort to tear his gaze from that portal.

In his gaze, it's clear to see that he believes her. It might be strange, because surely most people would have questions, and yet Jack's belief and trust in what Elizabeth tells him is absolute. Of course there's a universe where paradise exists. There's a universe where he's a hero. Where he's Angel's hero.

And he'll do anything to grasp that reality, even if it's by its very throat. He's just as certain of that too. ]