[It might well be the last thing he expects to hear as he wanders through the gardens that day. True, Rip's quite aware that all sorts of creatures can be brought to this pocket dimension, and that the realm itself defies all sense of reality and logic. Yet there might be no other voice who could have him stop so suddenly, turn so sharply to suddenly hear out in the open air, rather than over a comm unit or through the communications relays of the ship.
He doesn't stop to think of how. Not when that too familiar voice calls his name first, followed by--well. Certainly one he knows, though not in that form.
Another question to be tucked away in favor of the present.
It doesn't take him long to find her once he's moving again. Just around a hedge or two, and Rip's eyes go wide when he takes her in. There and perfectly human, and the part of his mind that wants to argue that this simply cannot be is confronted with the reminder that he's pictured her, often, wondered what she might look like if she were human.
And this is exactly that.]
Gideon? [He asks quietly, unsure whether he's more afraid to be wrong or of what it might mean if he's somehow right.]
so I went pre-evil since he'll never be like this in eway again :D
He doesn't stop to think of how. Not when that too familiar voice calls his name first, followed by--well. Certainly one he knows, though not in that form.
Another question to be tucked away in favor of the present.
It doesn't take him long to find her once he's moving again. Just around a hedge or two, and Rip's eyes go wide when he takes her in. There and perfectly human, and the part of his mind that wants to argue that this simply cannot be is confronted with the reminder that he's pictured her, often, wondered what she might look like if she were human.
And this is exactly that.]
Gideon? [He asks quietly, unsure whether he's more afraid to be wrong or of what it might mean if he's somehow right.]