He doesn't even want to call it beautiful, because the word feels too inadequate to do it justice. Jeff looks at it, entranced for a moment, before reaching out to touch.
Even if he thought it might harm him, he probably wouldn't have hesitated. It's magic, after all. A manifestation of the Gift. He expects heat to spread through his body, or for sparks to arc in his spirit, or his mind to fill with a song that could never exist, but he's not prepared for what actually happens. All that feeling spilling into his heart, overflowing, overwhelming-- is it choking him? He feels his throat tightening--
--oh. He's crying, that's why. Jeff withdraws his hand, moving to wipe at his eyes with his sleeve.
"Fuck-- sorry. That was..." He takes a shaky breath, but doesn't finish the thought. In spite of the tears, though, he doesn't sound upset. There's a trace of a smile on his lips.
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He doesn't even want to call it beautiful, because the word feels too inadequate to do it justice. Jeff looks at it, entranced for a moment, before reaching out to touch.
Even if he thought it might harm him, he probably wouldn't have hesitated. It's magic, after all. A manifestation of the Gift. He expects heat to spread through his body, or for sparks to arc in his spirit, or his mind to fill with a song that could never exist, but he's not prepared for what actually happens. All that feeling spilling into his heart, overflowing, overwhelming-- is it choking him? He feels his throat tightening--
--oh. He's crying, that's why. Jeff withdraws his hand, moving to wipe at his eyes with his sleeve.
"Fuck-- sorry. That was..." He takes a shaky breath, but doesn't finish the thought. In spite of the tears, though, he doesn't sound upset. There's a trace of a smile on his lips.