Raleigh Becket (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
danger_prone) wrote2013-07-30 10:36 am
danger_prone) wrote2013-07-30 10:36 am
for gipsy_danger
It wasn't the quiet of the last time he'd managed to visit her. Instead of the slow lull of a midnight crew on standby it was the full fledged action of jaeger crews in full prep. Instead of being in his own loose casual clothes Raleigh was in full drive suit. And this time he wasn't going to hear Gipsy Danger's soft beeps and whirs. This time he was going to hear her voice.
He pulled in a deep breath as they plugged him in and shut his eyes. It had been along time. Five years. He found he was a strange mixture of eager and nervous. An exhale through his teeth and he nodded. No more running away. It was time.
Mako was due to join them in their link this time. Trail run, a prep for her, first time. He remembered the nerves and the excitement and gave her an encouraging smile, last minute words of advice. He was going in first though. These weren't three linked consciouses familiar with the feel of each other. It was two. He and Gipsy. First their link - and then they'd guide Mako in once they were stable. He was glad for it. There were things he wanted to share with just Gipsy right now. Mako could have those parts of him later as well but first - first he wanted Gispy all to himself. He wanted time for just them. Mako would join them soon enough.
So he shut his eyes again and his chin dipped just the smallest bit, the habitual way it always did just before he took the Drift. The countdown was a steady reassuring sound in his ear and he has the insanest urge to smooth down the hair inside his helmet, like a boy coming home after he'd ignored his mother's calls or a nervous guy on his first date. The crooked smile, quick, touched his lips just as the familiar hole in the center of his forehead seemed to open and he found himself sucked in and pulled under.
Welcome to the Drift.
He pulled in a deep breath as they plugged him in and shut his eyes. It had been along time. Five years. He found he was a strange mixture of eager and nervous. An exhale through his teeth and he nodded. No more running away. It was time.
Mako was due to join them in their link this time. Trail run, a prep for her, first time. He remembered the nerves and the excitement and gave her an encouraging smile, last minute words of advice. He was going in first though. These weren't three linked consciouses familiar with the feel of each other. It was two. He and Gipsy. First their link - and then they'd guide Mako in once they were stable. He was glad for it. There were things he wanted to share with just Gipsy right now. Mako could have those parts of him later as well but first - first he wanted Gispy all to himself. He wanted time for just them. Mako would join them soon enough.
So he shut his eyes again and his chin dipped just the smallest bit, the habitual way it always did just before he took the Drift. The countdown was a steady reassuring sound in his ear and he has the insanest urge to smooth down the hair inside his helmet, like a boy coming home after he'd ignored his mother's calls or a nervous guy on his first date. The crooked smile, quick, touched his lips just as the familiar hole in the center of his forehead seemed to open and he found himself sucked in and pulled under.
Welcome to the Drift.
if you ever hit up a Florida con, just say the word XD
Age old question and Raleigh can't help the smile as it's answered. Not that he doubted. The smile grows as he looks at what she's created around him and there's no small bit of awe in it either. This... this is his Gipsy's paradise. He turns his head, trying to take it all in, soak it into his soul too and only after that does he focus on the woman skipping stones, smile going a bit crooked. It's exactly the first thing he would have done with a lake like that -
He did? and then ...that's you?
I'm actually in Florida so that's pretty likely |D
In a way.
She urges him forward, presses unseen hands against his back to nudge him towards the woman.
She's part of me, part of you. Part of Yancy, and Mako as well. Pieces and glimpses of faces I have seen in your memories, merged together in something not...tangible, but representable. You, my pilots, make up what I think you would call a soul.
Or at least...some form of conscious being. Without you, I am only a machine.
that's awesome! if you run with the Tampa or Orlando crowd we might have already met!
You have a soul, Gipsy. One that's all your own. If I helped you find it - I'm honored. The word comes out deep and heart deep. She humbles him sometimes with all that she thinks he is, and all she knows he isn't and loves anyway.
Even without me, you're never just a machine. Love you, Gipsy.
it is entirely possible, though I'm in Jax |D also sorry for my slow wow
She looks at him like he's hung the moon -- her wayward pilot, her prodigal son. He'll have to leave her soon, something she truly regrets, but in the meantime, she wants to show him everything that she has to offer.
The avatar keeps skipping rocks, tosses them in one after another, though as he draws close, she'll pause and turn. She is familiar yet entirely foreign at the same time and a smile pulls at her lips -- she knows him, better than anyone.