Entry tags:
using the stars as guides
who jack + isaac
what insomnia and... going places...
rating probably no more than PG
warnings Whale Noises? Feels? Adorables? Men questioning their sanity?
[It's late.
Jack lies awake next to Isaac, looking at him in the darkness, wishing he could sleep.
Not too long ago, he could. He was sleeping just fine, hardly any dreams or anything. Just a nice long night of refreshing slumber.
But ever since he woke up with scars on his neck and his vocal chords mangled so that the only sounds he can make are inhuman moans... well. He's gone back to square one.
Square one being frequent nightmares and nights of complete sleeplessness.
Tonight he just can't sleep at all. He's tried. He's tried too many times. He's tried with his head on Isaac's chest, listening to his heartbeat and the slow rhythm of his breaths, he's tried with his arms wrapped around him and his face buried in his hair, he's tried lying without touching him at all.
None of it works. Every time he closes his eyes the abyss, echoing with the cacophonous symphony of Rapture, reaches through his mind to grasp his consciousness and he has to shake himself back to reality with a gasp.
There'll be no sleep for him tonight.
So he watches Isaac sleep, the man's face turned toward him so that their noses are a mere centimeter away from each other, his breath tickling Jack's face. Jack reaches up and runs a finger along Isaac's jawline, then turns his head to look out the window. The curtain is open, revealing a cold winter night outside. There's no cloud in the sky, and the stars and moon shine crisply against the black backdrop of sky, the freezing air making the silver shapes sparkle like they never do in summer.
Jack turns his head back to Isaac.
Maybe a walk would help.
But he doesn't want to go alone.
...but he doesn't want to interrupt Isaac's sleep.
He sighs slightly and puts his hand on Isaac's arm, shaking it ever so gently.
Wake up, Isaac.]
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Huh? What's wrong?
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He's getting up, Isaac. That's all there is to it.]
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When he turns to the window, he spies the snow, glistening and white, unlike anything he's seen before. ]
I'll grab some pants and a shirt--
[ He's already up and picking up a worn plaid shirt off the floor and sliding it on over his shoulders. It's warm against the slide chill in the room as he buttons it up. ]
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They'll be needing those.]
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He tries it on for good measure and rolls his shoulders a bit.
Good fit. ]
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Hats... are there hats? Do they want hats?
He pokes around in the closet a bit more.]
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Right. Okay. Are you ready? Because he's ready.]
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Out. ]
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He looks back at Isaac and holds out his hand.
C'mere.]
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He smiles and reaches out, grabs it and moves up beside him so that they're shoulder to shoulder now. ]
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Gently, he swings Jack's hand back and forth.
It's okay.
I'm right here. ]
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As they walk, Jack starts to realize they're not... really... in a familiar place...
They've walked the area allowed to them many times before, and Jack knows this isn't a part of it. It's... possible the snow is making things look different but he's sure there weren't street lamps like this before.]
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... Where the hell...?
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Where are they, and how did they get here?]
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[ He turns a bit in the direction they came from, but it seems to almost have... melted into the rest of the scenery. ]
Guess not. Could be worse...
[ Could be places neither of them wants to go back to. And they could be alone. ]
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Almost instinctively, he opens his mouth and catches a few snowflakes on his tongue.]
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How's that?
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He looks around again, then tugs gently on Isaac's hand.
C'mon, he wants to figure out where they are.]
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It's a beautiful city...
[ He can't help but be in a bit of awe at it, all of the soft lights and the people walking, mostly, hand in hand down the streets. Some open vendors selling warm food, some light music in the air. It's picturesque. ]
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They walk around a corner... and that's when he sees it, glittering in the night and the snow.
The Eiffel Tower.
Jack might not have had much of an education or seen anything outside of Kansas or Rapture or the town they were put in, but he knows that when he sees it.
He stops, staring at it. He lets out a whistle.
Wow.]
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That's something...
When he hears the whistle, he startles, turns his head and laughs. ]
Wanna get closer?
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It seems to be a pretty straight shot, just a matter of walking there.
And damn, there are a lot of people out and about. He's starting to understand what people mean by a city that never sleeps. They're walking and chatting in a language he doesn't know, milling about under street lamps and outside of clubs and bars.
Jack walks on, Isaac's hand firmly in his.]
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Never thought I'd see such a thing... it's got a fantastic structure...
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