[John's more silver at the temple than brunette these days. He doesn’t remember when that happened. After Ford, and before Elizabeth. The only measure of time that’s ever really mattered. He woke up one day, and went to shave, and there it was. The stress and age catching up with him. Greying hair, fine lines, and all. He’d made a point to surf that weekend.
His eyes catch on the two people walking by hand in hand. John isn’t brave enough, but he thinks about it.]
You’re right. I’ve seen a lot of things, but never anything quite like this. There was this one planet, but those things were closer to kaleidoscopes from hell than crysta- wow.
[The antechamber has nothing on the central cavern. The ceiling is stories high, dripping with crystalized stalacites, matched only in brilliance and size by the man-sized stalagmites pointing up like glittering teeth from the floor. There’s no need for artificial lighting, despite the size of the cavern, because it’s lit from within by the reflections of glittering reflections. Everything is shining.
John reaches blindly for Poe’s hand on his shoulder, to make sure he’s still there, and seeing this.]
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Date: 2018-01-30 12:36 am (UTC)[John's more silver at the temple than brunette these days. He doesn’t remember when that happened. After Ford, and before Elizabeth. The only measure of time that’s ever really mattered. He woke up one day, and went to shave, and there it was. The stress and age catching up with him. Greying hair, fine lines, and all. He’d made a point to surf that weekend.
His eyes catch on the two people walking by hand in hand. John isn’t brave enough, but he thinks about it.]
You’re right. I’ve seen a lot of things, but never anything quite like this. There was this one planet, but those things were closer to kaleidoscopes from hell than crysta- wow.
[The antechamber has nothing on the central cavern. The ceiling is stories high, dripping with crystalized stalacites, matched only in brilliance and size by the man-sized stalagmites pointing up like glittering teeth from the floor. There’s no need for artificial lighting, despite the size of the cavern, because it’s lit from within by the reflections of glittering reflections. Everything is shining.
John reaches blindly for Poe’s hand on his shoulder, to make sure he’s still there, and seeing this.]
It’s… beautiful.